To Hope For Nothing, To Expect Nothing,

I Don't Think Anything Changes Until Ideas Change. The Usual American Viewpoint Is To Believe That Something Is Wrong With The Person.

How Can Hitler, Or Some Other Murderer, Appear In This World? I Don't Think Any Single Theory Can Account For The Phenomenon, And I Think It's A Mistake To Try To Reduce It To Being Brutalized By Your Parents Or Having Grown Up In Some Horrible Situation - Like Charles Manson.

It's Better To Go Into The World Half-cocked Than Not To Go Into The World At All.

Why Do We Focus So Intensely On Our Problems? What Draws Us To Them? Why Are They So Attractive? They Have The Magnet Power Of Love: Somehow We Desire Our Problems; We Are In Love With Them Much As We Want To Get Rid Of Them . . . Problems Sustain Us -- Maybe That's Why They Don't Go Away. What Would A Life Be Without Them? Completely Tranquilized And Loveless . . . There Is A Secret Love Hiding In Each Problem

The Circumstances, Including My Body And My Parents, Whom I May Curse, Are My Soul's Own Choice And I Do Not Understand This Because I Have Forgotten