Self-destructive Patterns Cause As Much Suffering As

Since Desire Always Goes Towards That Which Is Our Direct Opposite, It Forces Us To Love That Which Will Make Us Suffer.

The Inner Chambers Of The Soul Are Like The Photographer's Darkroom. Like A Laboratory. One Cannot Stay There All The Time Or It Becomes The Solitary Cell Of The Neurotic.

Age Does Not Protect You From Love. But Love, To Some Extent, Protects You From Age.

Each Friend Represents A World In Us, A World Not Born Until They Arrive, And It Is Only By This Meeting That A New World Is Born.

To Think Of Him In The Middle Of The Day Lifts Me Out Of Ordinary Living.