Love Is A Medicine For The Sickness

We Need Criminals To Identify Ourselves With, To Secretly Envy And To Stoutly Punish. They Do For Us The Forbidden, Illegal Things We Wish To Do.

Love Cures People - Both The Ones Who Give It And The Ones Who Receive It.

It Was His Optimism That Freud Bequeathed To America And It Was The Optimism Of Our Youthfulness, Our Freedom From The Sterner, Sadder Tradition Of Europe Which Enabled Us To Seize His Gift.

When A Trout Rising To A Fly Gets Hoooked On A Line And Finds Himself Unable To Swim About Freeely, He Begins With A Fight Which Results In Struggles And Splashes And Sometimes An Escape. Often, Of Course, The Situation Is Too Tough For Him. In The Same Way The Human Being Struggles With His Environment And With The Hooks That Catch Him. Sometimes He Masters His Difficulties; Sometimes They Are Too Much For Him. His Struggles Are All That The World Sees And It Naturally Misunderstands Them. It Is Hard For A Free Fish To Understand What Is Happening To A Hooked One.

Hope Is A Necessity For Normal Life And The Major Weapon Against The Suicide Impulse.