When Facts Are Few, Speculations Are Most

Every Human Life Contains A Potential, If That Potential Is Not Fulfilled, Then That Life Was Wasted.

Neurosis Is An Inner Cleavage-the State Of Being At War With Oneself.

The Totality Of The Psyche Can Never Be Grasped By The Intellect Alone.

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.

But What If I Should Discover That The Least Amongst Them All, The Poorest Of All Beggars, The Most Impudent Of All Offenders, Yea The Very Fiend Himself— That These Are Within Me, And That I Myself Stand In Need Of The Alms Of My Own Kindness, That I Myself Am The Enemy Who Must Be Loved— What Then?