Book: The art of being different

It is better to leave the man at his illusions than destroying them, not to give truth and to plunge into the illusion worse.

The problem of truth are, in addition to the truth, and the inevitable questions: - to whom and how to say something is true includes and your perception. Before speaking, consider how the truth is perceived.

To defeat a strong opponent... I have to study it. And to study, I got in love with him.

Wanting to change near as much as unwilling to change themselves.

Paradise lost is returned when the hell down to the depth of depths. After we leave the pole naivety, optimism waiting for us on the pole of wisdom. Many, alas, never waiting. To adult optimism need to ripen

Love - the art of losing.

Person has the right to know the truth, especially about themselves. But to impute it to him for duty is impossible.

You can join someone else's pain and someone else's limitations, then determine the measure of rigor and the level of condescension...

People are immensely different. Sometimes it seems that attributing them to a single natural mind is just a mistake, if Nature only joking, giving us more or less the same shell.

There are people in loneliness which makes netincome others. If only they really cannot be saved, thank them, kneel before them because they are drowning us. The great martyrs, the great pessimists among artists and thinkers teach us to be real optimists.

For a child the game is life, just called the game, while for adult life - the game called life.

If "out of sight, out of mind", so at heart there was nothing.

And why for many so unbearable cry - baby, female, any, why? Yes, because we cry with Others. Pity - this is a private lamentation, only the inner, folded (and often quite detailed) - the crying of the Child in you, to respond to the Child in the Other. Concomitant irritation, even anger is understandable: it is you hurt and scared, it's your Baby demands to stop!

A man becomes angry on two occasions: when you're hungry and when abused, a woman is only one: when there is no love.