The art of love ... is largely the art of persistence.
The best years of your life are the ones in which you decide your problems are your own. You do not blame them on your mother, the ecology, or the president. You realize that you control your own destiny.
For that again, is what all manner of religion essentially is: childish dependency
I think it's unfair, but they have the right as fallible, screwed-up humans to be unfair; that's the human condition.
I just got fed up. I was ready to blow up. This country is about enforcing our laws and if we don't, we'll have chaos worse than we already do.
He appeared to me the bravest man it fell to my unhappy lot to execute.
He would have been a security problem for any jail he would have been at. The judge was cognizant of that.
By not caring too much about what people think, I'm able to think for myself and propagate ideas which are very often unpopular. And I succeed.
I get people to truly accept themselves unconditionally, whether or not their therapist or anyone loves them.
I had a great many sex and love cases where people were absolutely devastated when somebody with whom they were compulsively in love didn't love them back. They were killing themselves with anxiety and depression.
In the old days we used to get more referrals, because people had insurance that paid for therapy. Now they belong to HMOs, and we can only be affiliated with a few HMOs.
Most people would have given up when faced with all the criticism I've received over the years.
People could rationally decide that prolonged relationships take up too much time and effort and that they'd much rather do other kinds of things. But most people are afraid of rejection.
People don't just get upset. They contribute to their upsetness.
People got insights into what was bothering them, but they hardly did a damn thing to change.