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

All significant battles are fought within self.

If I reveal myself without worrying about how others will respond, then some will care, though others may not. But who can love me, if no one knows me? I must risk it, or live alone.

And so, it is not astonishing that, though the patient enters therapy insisting that he wants to change, more often than not, what he really wants is to remain the same and to get the therapist to make him feel better. (4)

The unlived life isn't worth examining.

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

Maintaining the illusion that I am in control is futile, lonely, and in the long run more always costly than the effort is worth.