Even A Happy Life Cannot Be Without

The Debt We Owe To The Play Of Imagination Is Incalculable.

The Dream Is The Small Hidden Door In The Deepest And Most Intimate Sanctum Of The Soul.

Between The Dreams Of Night And Day There Is Not So Great A Difference.

Insight That Dawns Slowly Seems To Me To Have More Lasting Effects Than A Fitful Idealism, Which Is Unlikely To Hold Out For Long.

Every Human Being Is Inherently A Unique And Individual Form Of Life. He Or She Is Made Like That. But There Is Something Which A Person Can Do Over And Above The Given Material Of Her Nature, And That Is She Can Become Conscious Of What Makes Her The Person She Is, And He Can Work Consciously Toward Relating What Is Himself To The World Around Him.