Mental illness is a myth, whose function is to disguise and thus render more palatable the bitter pill of moral conflicts in human relations.

The stupid neither forgive nor forget; the naive forgive and forget; the wise forgive but do not forget.

If you talk to God, you are praying; If God talks to you, you have schizophrenia.

Every act of conscious learning requires the willingness to suffer an injury to one's self-esteem. That is why young children, before they are aware of their own self-importance, learn so easily.

People often say that this or that person has not yet found himself. But the self is not something one finds, it is something one creates.

In the animal kingdom, the rule is, eat or be eaten; in the human kingdom, define or be defined.

Labeling a child as mentally ill is stigmatization, not diagnosis. Giving a child a psychiatric drug is poisoning, not treatment.

In the past, men created witches: now they create mental patients.

What people really need and demand from life is not wealth, comfort, or esteem, but games worth playing

The neurotic has problems; the psychotic has solutions.

The FDA calls certain substances "controlled." But there are no "controlled substances," there are only controlled citizens.

The King once said to me, 'Harold, you stand above all other men.' I said, 'No, Sire. I want nothing more than to stand shoulder to shoulder with my men. I am nothing without them.

The beautiful illusion of fiction is that everything makes sense and that there was a purpose, that there was a point to it all. And that's the best possible lie because it may even be true.

Our receiving expands with our gratitude.

We will have to take risks, to chance failure, to be willing to walk away from the familiar paths that have brought us to this point.

I try not to break the rules, but merely to test their elasticity.

Most of our love is shabby stuff, but there is always a thin line of gold, the bit of pure love on which all the rest depends -- and which redeems all the rest.

I told my nephew that if he wanted to get on in motor racing, the first thing he should do was master English. Thank goodness he now speaks it.

Sieges weathered, fight together, friends forever.

Psychologists call it "free-floating" anxiety. What contradictory words. Anxiety doesn't free-float. It stalks. It attacks. It lands on you with a thud.

And every day when I've been good, I get an orange after food.