Life comes from physical survival; but the good life comes from what we care about.

In my clinical experience, the greatest block to a person's development is his having to take on a way of life which is not rooted in his own powers.

We must always base our commitment in the center of our own being, or else no commitment will be ultimately authentic.

When inward life dries up, when feeling decreases and apathy increases, when one cannot affect or even genuinely touch another person, violence flares up as a daimonic necessity for contact, a mad drive forcing touch in the most direct way possible.

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

Competitive individualism militates against the experience of community, and that lack of community is a centrally important factor in contemporaneous anxiety.

Does not the possibility or the power to do something about the situation at hand confer on one the responsibility to do it?