The Psychiatrist Must Become A Fellow Traveler

We Live In A Moment Of History Where Change Is So Speeded Up That We Begin To See The Present Only When It Is Already Disappearing.

Whether Life Is Worth Living Depends On Whether There Is Love In Life.

I, For Instance, Regard Any Particular Man As Finite, As One Who Has Had A Beginning And Who Will Have An End. He Has Been Born, And He Is Going To Die. In The Meantime, He Has A Body That Roots Him To This Time And This Place.

In The Society Of Men The Truth Resides Now Less In What Things Are Than In What They Are Not. Our Social Realities Are So Ugly If Seen In The Light Of Exiled Truth, And Beauty Is No Longer Possible If It Is Not A Lie.

What Do You Do When You Don't Know What To Do? No Wonder There Are More Suicides Among Psychiatrists Than In Any Other Profession.