One of the few blessings of living in an age of anxiety is that we are forced to become aware of ourselves.

Courage is the capacity to meet the anxiety which arises as one achieves freedom. It is the willingness to differentiate, to move from the protecting realms of parental dependence to new levels of freedom and integration.

I learned that healing and cure are active processes in which I myself needed to participate.

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

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

One must have at least a readiness to love the other person, broadly speaking, if one is to be able to understand him.

In order to be open to creativity, one must have the capacity for constructive use of solitude. One must overcome the fear of being alone.