There's Still Such Chaos In Me. Still

There's Still Such Chaos In Me. Still So Little Firmly Outlined. Just Like My Face: A Formless Mass That Only Takes On Shape Through The Expression Of The Moment. The Searching For Our Selves Is The Most Agonizing

The Most Comprehensive Formulation Of Therapeutic Goals Is The Striving For Wholeheartedness: To Be Without Pretense, To Be Emotionally Sincere, To Be Able To Put The Whole Of Oneself Into One's Feelings, One's Work, One's Beliefs.

No One … Can Entirely Step Out Of His Time, That Despite His Keenness Of Vision His Thinking Is In Many Ways Bound To Be Influenced By The Mentality Of His Time

The Perfect Normal Person Is Rare In Our Civilization.

Through The Eclipse Of Large Areas Of The Self, By Repression And Inhibition As Well As By Idealization And Externalization, The Individual Loses Sight Of Himself; He Feels, If He Does Not Actually Become, Like A Shadow Without Weight And Substance.