To become aware of the possibility of the search is to be onto something.

I had discovered that a person does not have to be this or be that or be anything, not even oneself. One is free.

You live in a deranged age, more deranged than usual because in spite of great scientific and technological advances, man has not the faintest idea of who he is or what he is doing.

Life is fits and starts, mostly fits.

Jews wait for the Lord, Protestants sing hymns to him, Catholics say mass and eat him.

But what physician has not had patients who don't make any sense at all? To tell the truth, they're our stock-in-trade. We talk and write about the ones we can make sense of.

Since grief only aggravates your loss, grieve not for what is past.