“Can we ever really know anyone well? Lets just say we often found ourselves in each others company and neither of us minded.”

We of the modern age are a bridge between the old human and the new one. We still have the mentality of the old human – a slave mentality, like the Children of Israel in Egypt: too controlled, full of fear.

Between what I think, what I want to say, what I believe I say, what I say, what you want to hear, what you believe to hear, what you hear, what you want to understand.

The best way to renew thought is to go outside the human imagination.

You know people. Most of them don’t hear anything. Those who hear – don’t listen. A few who listen – don’t understand. And those who could understand… they don’t care.

In a study we did of bereavement, we found that rather impressive numbers of widows and widowers had not simply gone back to their pre-loss functioning, but grown.

American nation was not founded on political principles. This nation was founded on spiritual principles.

I found out that a person named Elizabeth Frazier was living with AIDS at the time, and so I called her up, and she took a meeting with me.

She was snatched back from a dream of far countries, and found herself on Main Street.

My soul found ease and rest in the companionship of books.

It is only in the mysterious equations of love that any logic or reasons can be found.

After the first establishment of identity there comes the imperative need to lose this new-found sense of separateness and to belong to something larger and more powerful than the weak, lonely self. The sense of moral isolation is intolerable to us.

When I found out more about the Maori culture, I fell in love with it, and with the people, too.