In Fact Most Of What We Call

Unless, Of Course, You Insist On Identifying Yourself With The People And Things You Love; And Thereby Seriously Disturb Yourself.

We Can Actually Put The Essence Of Neurosis In A Single Word: Blaming - Or Damning.

As A Matter Of Fact, As A Result Of My Philosophy, I Wasn't Even Upset About Hitler. I Was Willing To Go To War To Knock Him Off, But I Didn't Hate Him. I Hated What He Was Doing.

The Emotionally Mature Individual Should Completely Accept The Fact That We Live In A World Of Probability And Chance, Where There Are Not, Nor Probably Ever Will Be, Any Absolute Certainties, And Should Realize That It Is Not At All Horrible, Indeed—such A Probabilistic, Uncertain World.

When I Was 16 I Started Keeping A Diary In Which I Recorded My Disagreements With The Famous Philosophers. I Didn't Insist That They Were Wrong, That I Was Right And I Had To Prevail. I Just Agreed And Disagreed With Them. I Thought There Was A High Degree Of Probability That I Was Right And Some Other Thinkers Were Wrong. But I Wasn't Positive About It.