It is an ironic habit of human beings to run faster when we have lost our way.

What if imagination and art are not frosting at all, but the fountainhead of human experience?

It is highly significant and indeed almost a rule, that moral courage has its source in such identification through one's own sensitivity with suffering of one's fellow human beings." (p. 16-17)

If we admit our depression openly and freely, those around us get from it an experience of freedom rather than the depression itself.

It requires greater courage to preserve inner freedom, to move on in one's inward journey into new realms, than to stand defiantly for outer freedom. It is often easier to play the martyr, as it is to be rash in battle.

Forge in the smithy of your soul.

People only change when it becomes too dangerous to stay the way they are.