Many psychoanalysts refused to let me speak at their meetings. They were exceptionally vigorous because I had previously been an analyst and they were very angry at my flying the coop.

Self-esteem is the greatest sickness known to man or woman because it's conditional.

People have motives and thoughts of which they are unaware.

In the old days we used to get more referrals, because people had insurance that paid for therapy. Now they belong to HMOs, and we can only be affiliated with a few HMOs.

Freud had a gene for inefficiency, and I think I have a gene for efficiency.

You largely constructed your depression. It wasn't given to you. Therefore, you can deconstruct it.

Let's suppose somebody abused you sexually. You still had a choice, though not a good one, about what to tell yourself about the abuse.

There are three musts that hold us back: I must do well. You must treat me well. And the world must be easy.

People could rationally decide that prolonged relationships take up too much time and effort and that they'd much rather do other kinds of things. But most people are afraid of rejection.

I started to call myself a rational therapist in 1955; later I used the term rational emotive. Now I call myself a rational emotive behavior therapist.

I think the future of psychotherapy and psychology is in the school system. We need to teach every child how to rarely seriously disturb himself or herself and how to overcome disturbance when it occurs.

I wrote several articles criticizing psychoanalysis, but the analysts weren't listening to my objections. So I finally quit after practicing it for six years.

I would have liked having children to some degree, but frankly I haven't got the time to take the kids to the goddamn ballgame.

For that again, is what all manner of religion essentially is: childish dependency.

People don't just get upset. They contribute to their upsetness.

I thought foolishly that Freudian psychoanalysis was deeper and more intensive than other, more directive forms of therapy, so I was trained in it and practiced it.

Many psychoanalysts refused to let me speak at their meetings. They were exceptionally vigorous because I had previously been an analyst and they were very angry at my flying the coop.

People got insights into what was bothering them, but they hardly did a damn thing to change.

We teach people that they upset themselves. We can't change the past, so we change how people are thinking, feeling and behaving today.

The best years of your life are the ones in which you decide your problems are your own. You do not blame them on your mother, the ecology, or the president. You realize that you control your own destiny.

If I had been a member of the academic establishment, I could have done other experiments.

Most people would have given up when faced with all the criticism I've received over the years.

I think it's unfair, but they have the right as fallible, screwed-up humans to be unfair; that's the human condition.

By not caring too much about what people think, I'm able to think for myself and propagate ideas which are very often unpopular. And I succeed.

Acceptance is not love. You love a person because he or she has lovable traits, but you accept everybody just because they're alive and human.

I had used eclectic therapy and behavior therapy on myself at the age of 19 to get over my fear of public speaking and of approaching young women in public.

I had a great many sex and love cases where people were absolutely devastated when somebody with whom they were compulsively in love didn't love them back. They were killing themselves with anxiety and depression.

If something is irrational, that means it won't work. It's usually unrealistic.

I hope to die in the saddle seat.

The art of love is largely the art of persistence.

I'm very happy. I like my work and the various aspects of it-going around the world, teaching the gospel according to St. Albert.

I get people to truly accept themselves unconditionally, whether or not their therapist or anyone loves them.

There's no evidence whatsoever that men are more rational than women. Both sexes seem to be equally irrational.

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.

Rational beliefs bring us closer to getting good results in the real world.

The best years of your life are the ones in which you decide your problems are your own.

People got insights into what was bothering them but they hardly did a damn thing to change.

By not caring too much about what people think Im able to think for myself and propagate ideas which are very often unpopular. And I succeed.

The best years of your life are the ones in which you decide your problems are your own. You do not blame them on your mother the ecology or the president. You realize that you control your own destiny.

You largely constructed your depression. It wasnt given to you. Therefore you can deconstruct it.

If something is irrational, that means it won't work. It's usually unrealistic.

Strong feelings are fine; it's the overreactions that mess us up.

People and things do not upset us. Rather, we upset ourselves by believing that they can upset us.

In 1975 I decided that there was no future in flying (airline jobs were impossible to get, and who wants a job where you are judged only by seniority?) and headed off to grad school.

When the weight of the paper equals the weight of the airplane, only then you can go flying.

All this flying around got on my nerves. But then I gave the script to Cathy to get her opinion. When she started to laugh, it was like 'That's it!'. I went to LA and I got the part.

Cool things happen. Ace's guitar flies through space, goes through a hole, and blows up. I throw drumsticks and they come flying at you.

Portugal is a high hill with a white watch tower on it flying signal flags. It is apparently inhabited by one man who lives in a long row of yellow houses with red roofs, and populated by sheep who do grand acts of balancing on the side of the hill.

The transformation scene, where man is becoming insect and insect has become at least man and beyond that - a flying, godlike, shimmering, diaphanous, beautiful creature.