From The Middle Of Life Onward, Only

Psychiatrists Classify A Person As Neurotic If He Suffers From His Problems In Living, And A Psychotic If He Makes Others Suffer.

All The Works Of Man Have Their Origin In Creative Fantasy. What Right Have We Then To Depreciate Imagination.

Even The Enlightened Person Remains What He Is, And Is Never More Than His Own Limited Ego Before The One Who Dwells Within Him, Whose Form Has No Knowable Boundaries, Who Encompasses Him On All Sides, Fathomless As The Abysms Of The Earth And Vast As The Sky

We Need More Understanding Of Human Nature, Because The Only Real Danger That Exists Is Man Himself.

If God Wishes To Be Born As Man And To Unite Mankind In The Fellowship Of The Holy Ghost, He Suffers The Terrible Torment Of Having To Bear The World In Its Reality. It Is A Crux; Indeed, He Himself Is His Own Cross. The World Is God's Suffering, And Every Individual Human Being Who Wishes Even To Approach His Own Wholeness Knows Very Well That This Means Bearing His Own Cross. But The Eternal Promise For Him Who Bears His Own Cross Is The Paraclete.