Unrest Of Spirit Is A Mark Of

People Repeat In Adult Life Emotions They Experience In Childhood. Many Of The People Whom I Spent The Last 30 Or 40 Years Treating At So Much Per Minute Wouldn't Have Needed Any Treatment At All If They Had Had The Right Care As Children.

One Of The Most Untruthful Things Possible, You Know, Is A Collection Of Facts, Because They Can Be Made To Appear So Many Different Ways.

The Voice Of The Intelligence Is Soft And Weak, Said Freud. It Is Drowned Out By The Roar Of Fear. It Is Ignored By The Voice Of Desire. It Is Contradicted By The Voice Of Shame. It Is Hissed Away By Hate, And Extinguished By Anger. Most Of All It Is Silenced By Ignorance.

Listening Is A Magnetic And Strange Thing, A Creative Force. The Friends Who Listen To Us Are The Ones We Move Toward. When We Are Listened To, It Creates Us, Makes Us Unfold And Expand.

The Adjuration To Be "normal" Seems Shockingly Repellent To Me; I See Neither Hope Nor Comfort In Sinking To That Low Level. I Think It Is Ignorance That Makes People Think Of Abnormality Only With Horror And Allows Them To Remain Undismayed At The Proximity Of "normal" To Average And Mediocre. For Surely Anyone Who Achieves Anything Is, Essentially, Abnormal.