« In fact, from a therapeutic point of view, we can even say that difficulties, whether psychological, accident or disease, work together to our understanding of ourselves and the world. They're not free. They lead us to ourselves. By fully accepting them, we give them the chance to articulate themselves in us and deliver their precious message. Otherwise, they will only repeat themselves until we have the wisdom to give them sufficient attention. »

« Intimacy with oneself allows the welcome of the other in deep communion. A poem by belgian author Emile Verhaeren testifies admirably. It is called Every Hour When I Think of Your Goodness. Every hour I think of your goodness If just deep I merge in prayers towards you. I came so late To the sweetness of your gaze And from so far away, to your two outstretched hands, Quietly, through the expanses! I had in me so much tenacious rust that was eating away at me, with rapacious teeth, Trust; I was so heavy, I was so weedy, I was so old of distrust, I was so heavy, I was so weed Of the vain path of all my steps. I deserved so little the wonderful joy of seeing your feet light up my way, may I remain trembling again and almost in tears, and humble, forever, in the face of happiness. »

« ... because our fathers are missing, we cover ourselves from the ashes of depression to be reborn. »