To experience some healing within yourself, and to contribute healing to the world, you are summoned to wade through the muck from time to time.

The truth about intimate relationships is that they can never be any better than our relationship with ourselves.

What I refuse to face within myself will meet me in the exterior world through you, not as you are, but as I have so construed you.

We best serve intimate relationship by becoming sufficiently developed in ourselves that we do not need to feed off others.

In the end, we are only tiny frightened animals, doing our best to survive amid other tiny frightened animals.

We serve the world by finding out what feeds us, and, having been fed, then share our gifts with others.

We are all meaning-seeking, meaning creating creatures and when we experience the loss of meaning, we suffer.

Learning to live with ambiguity is learning to live with how life really is, full of complexities and strange surprises.

As children we listened to the sound of the sea still echoing in the shell we picked up by the shore. That ancestral roar links us to the great sea which surges within us as well.

The act of consciousness is central; otherwise we are overrun by the complexes.

A neurosis is wherever we are allied against our true nature.

With great responsibility comes great power.

Desperate ills need desperate remedies.

Honor and shame from no condition rise. Act well your part: there all the honor lies.

His hustle was wrong, his mind was his own, but the man lived alone, oh, Superfly.

After all, if you had the complete decision process, you could run it as an AI, and I'd be coding it up right now.

Pleasure only starts once the worm has got into the fruit; to become delightful, happiness must be tainted with poison.

The influence of a vital being vitalizes.

Our men and women in uniform put their lives on the line for our nation every day; they should not have to jeopardize their financial well-being as well.

If he wins a fourth Super Bowl, he's the greatest ever in my book.

Despair and bitterness are not the only songs in the world