“You know the rarest thing in the world... A man or a woman wise enough to look the world in the eye and accept it, good or bad, for what it is at that moment. When people come to me or when I am summoned to them in prison or hospital, it’s because I am the last mile stone in their long flight from reality. Their flight is a symptom of sickness -and the sickness is the subtlest of them all: fear! They’re afraid of loss, of pain, of loneliness, of their own natures, of the obligations which any normal life lays on them.

…….Sometimes there is no cure. Sometimes the mechanisms of the mind seize up or refuse to work except in a psychotic groove. For the rest, I try to take them back, step by step, to the moment of primal terror. While I’m doing it I try to rebuild their courage to face it. If I succeed, they begin to be well again. If I fail, then their flight begins once more.”