Our whole life is an attempt to discover when our spontaneity is whimsical, sentimental irresponsibility and when it is a valid expression of our deepest desires and values.

Words are sometimes sensitive instruments of precision with which delicate operations may be performed and swift, elusive truths may be touched; often they are clumsy tools with which we grope in the dark toward truths more inaccessible but no less s

One of the sources of pride in being a human being is the ability to bear present frustrations in the interests of longer purposes

Only in spontaneity can we be who we truly are.

Spontaneity is only a term for man's ignorance of the gods

Don't wait for answers... Just take your chances!Don't ask me why.