I Prize The Privilege Of Being Alone.

I Hear The Words, The Thoughts, The Feeling Tones, The Personal Meaning, Even The Meaning That Is Below The Conscious Intent Of The Speaker. Sometimes Too, In A Message Which Superficially Is Not Very Important, I Hear A Deep Human Cry That Lies Buried And Unknown Far Below The Surface Of The Person. So I Have Learned To Ask Myself, Can I Hear The Sounds And Sense The Shape Of This Other Person's Inner World? Can I Resonate To What He Is Saying So Deeply That I Sense The Meanings He Is Afraid Of, Yet Would Like To Communicate, As Well As Those He Knows?

When I Can Relax, And Be Close To The Transcendental Core Of Me, Then I May Behave In Strange And Impulsive Ways In The Relationship, Ways I Cannot Justify Rationally, Which Have Nothing To Do With My Thought Processes. But These Strange Behaviors Turn Out To Be Right In Some Odd Way. At These Moments It Seems That My Inner Spirit Has Reached Out And Touched The Inner Spirit Of The Other. Our Relationship Transcends Itself And Has Become Something Larger.

Each Person Is An Island Unto Himself, In A Very Real Sense; And He Can Only Build Bridges To Other Islands If He Is First Of All Willing To Be Himself And Permitted To Be Himself.

When I Look At The World I'm Pessimistic, But When I Look At People I Am Optimistic.

The Degree To Which I Can Create Relationships, Which Facilitate The Growth Of Others As Separate Persons, Is A Measure Of The Growth I Have Achieved In Myself.