For each of us, the only hope resides in his own efforts, in completing his own story, not in the other's interpretation. (63)

Sometimes life seems like a poorly designed cage within which man has been sentenced to be free.

Escape is not a dirty word. None of us can face what's happening head-on all of the time.

If outrageous imagination is the wine of madness, then come fill my cup.

The only times that we can have what we long for are those moments when we stop grasping for it. At such times, all things are possible: "to a mind that is 'still' the whole universe surrenders".

So it is that there is nothing to be taught, but yet there is something to be learned.

He prefers the security of known misery to the misery of unfamiliar insecurity.