About A Third Of My Cases Are

I Believe That We Have No Real Access To Who We Really Are Except In God. Only When We Rest In God Can We Find The Safety, The Spaciousness, And The Scary Freedom To Be Who We Are, All That We Are, More Than We Are, And Less Than We Are.

I Cannot Love Anyone If I Hate Myself. That Is The Reason Why We Feel So Extremely Uncomfortable In The Presence Of People Who Are Noted For Their Special Virtuousness, For They Radiate An Atmosphere Of The Torture They Inflict On Themselves. That Is Not A Virtue But A Vice.

There Is No Such Thing As A Pure Extrovert Or A Pure Introvert. Such A Man Would Be In The Lunatic Asylum.

I Have Always Said To My Pupils: "learn As Much As You Can About Symbolism; Then Forget It When You Are Analyzing A Dream."

My Whole Being Was Seeking For Something Still Unknown Which Might Confer Meaning Upon The Banality Of Life.