The unlived life isn't worth examining.

One can choose life, or choose death. Having chosen life, I must live it as it is.

We must learn to give ourselves permission to blunder, to fail, and to make fools of ourselves every day for the rest of our lives. We do so in any case.

Each of us is ultimately alone.

The continuing struggle was once described in the following metaphor by a patient who had successfully completed a long course of psychotherapy: 'I came to therapy hoping to receive butter for the bread of life. Instead, at the end, I emerged with a pail of sour milk, a churn, and instructions on how to use them.' (138)

In the long run we get no more than we have been willing to risk giving.

Anarchy could never get a man to the moon, but it may the only mode that can allow us to survive on earth.