A man who becomes conscious of the responsibility he bears toward a human being who affectionately waits for him, or to an unfinished work, will never be able to throw away his life. He knows the "why" for his existence, and will be able to bear almost any "how."

A man's concern, even his despair, over the worthwhileness of life is an existential distress but by no means a mental disease.

A sound philosophy of life, I think, may be the most valuable asset for a psychiatrist to have when he is treating a patient.

We dislike talking about our experiences. No explanations are needed for those who have been inside, and the others will understand neither how we felt then nor how we feel now.

The angels are lost in perpetual contemplation of an infinite glory.

Love goes very far beyond the physical person of the beloved. It finds its deepest meaning in its spiritual being, his inner self. Whether or not he is actually present, whether or not he is still alive at all, ceases somehow to be of importance.

Fear may come true that which one is afraid of.