Is our species crazy? Plenty of evidence.

It would not be practical for her to hate herself. Luckily, God sends a substitute, a husband.

... a fellow can't predict what he will pick up in the form of influence.

In the greatest confusion there is still an open channel to the soul. It may be difficult to find because by midlife it is overgrown, and some of the wildest thickets that surround it grow out of what we describe as our education. But the channel is always there, and it is our business to keep it open, to have access to the deepest part of ourselves.

My face too blind, my mind too limited, my instincts too narrow. But this intensity, doesn't it mean anything?

Those who have a why to live for can bear almost any how. The necessary premise is that a person is somehow more than his or her "characteristics," all the emotions, strivings, tastes, and constructions which it pleases us to call "My Life." We have grounds to hope that a Life is something more than a cloud of particles, mere facticity. Go through what is comprehensible and you conclude that only the incomprehensible gives any light.

It's usually the selfish people who are loved the most. They do what you deny yourself, and you love them for it. You give them your heart.