I often wake up in the night, and I like to have something to think about.

When the mind is thinking it is talking to itself.

To observations which ourselves we make, we grow more partial for th‘ observer’s sake.

It is a fact that cannot be denied: the wickedness of others becomes our own wickedness because it kindles something evil in our own hearts.

The scientists of today think deeply instead of clearly. One must be sane to think clearly, but one can think deeply and be quite insane.

I really have no interest in myself.

Shall I tell you what the real evil is? To cringe to the things that are called evils, to surrender to them our freedom, in defiance of which we ought to face any suffering.

Judge of your natural character by what you do in your dreams.

The world is a looking glass and gives back to every man the reflection of his own face.

I don’t think I’m tangible to myself.

Sometimes, I feel like one who is on the sidelines, who has missed life itself.

Test yourself on mankind. It is something that makes the doubter doubt, the believer believe.

Your vision will become clear only when you can look into your own heart. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.

There are women who can make you feel more with their bodies and their souls, but these are the exact women who will turn the knife into you right in front of the crowd. Of course, I expect this, but the knife still cuts.

What I am looking for is not out there, it is in me.

The ego is nothing other than the focus of conscious attention.

There are some Christian people who taste and see and enjoy religion in their own souls, and who get at a deeper knowledge of it than books can ever give them, though they should search all their days.

And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.

How could man rejoice in victory and delight in the slaughter of men?

I do not know what I may appear to the world, but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the seashore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.

He who seeks does not find, but he who does not seek will be found.

What a wee little part of a person’s life are his acts and his words! His real life is led in his head, and is known to none but himself.

Look within. Within is the fountain of good, and it will ever bubble up, if thou wilt ever dig.

I’m an expert typist. I learned in high school. I would close my eyes and just type without worrying about mistakes. I tried to penetrate my heart, and as I let my thoughts drift, things bubbled up to the surface.

The question is not, ‚Do you have a problem?‘ The question is, ‚Does the problem have you?‘

Sooner or later we’re all someone’s dog.

Whenever I climb I am followed by a dog called ‚Ego‘.

Where would I be without baseball? Who am I without baseball?

I am what time, circumstance, history, have made of me, certainly, but I am also, much more than that. So are we all.

If you look into your own heart, and you find nothing wrong there, what is there to worry about? What is there to fear?

The greatest deception men suffer is from their own opinions.

When a man is wrapped up in himself, he makes a pretty small package.

While I thought that I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die.

I’m selfish.

I am trying to find myself. Sometimes that’s not easy.

Whosoever is delighted in solitude is either a wild beast or a god.

Lots of songs aren’t even from my experiences, but they’re about accepting… the dark things about yourself.

I am good, but not an angel. I do sin, but I am not the devil. I am just a small girl in a big world trying to find someone to love.

We dance round in a ring and suppose, but the secret sits in the middle and knows.

Everyone has at least one story, and each of us is funny if we admit it. You have to admit you’re the funniest person you’ve ever heard of.

To meditate means to go home to yourself. Then you know how to take care of the things that are happening inside you, and you know how to take care of the things that happen around you.

The unexamined life is not worth living.

I know nothing, except the fact of my ignorance.

The enemy is within the gates; it is with our own luxury, our own folly, our own criminality that we have to contend.

I change during the course of a day. I wake and I’m one person, and when I go to sleep I know for certain I’m somebody else.

Open your eyes, look within. Are you satisfied with the life you’re living?

If somebody thinks they’re a hedgehog, presumably you just give ‚em a mirror and a few pictures of hedgehogs and tell them to sort it out for themselves.

I don’t want to be alone, I want to be left alone.

Become slower in your journey through life. Practice yoga and meditation if you suffer from ‚hurry sickness.‘ Become more introspective by visiting quiet places such as churches, museums, mountains and lakes. Give yourself permission to read at least one novel a month for pleasure.

I do all the evil I can before I learn to shun it? Is it not enough to know the evil to shun it? If not, we should be sincere enough to admit that we love evil too well to give it up.

Love is an interesting thing. Perhaps I’ve never been in love before – I don’t really know? I think I have. I guess it’s subjective in that way.

There are a thousand hacking at the branches of evil to one who is striking at the root.

Anybody can be specific and obvious. That’s always been the easy way. It’s not that it’s so difficult to be unspecific and less obvious; it’s just that there’s nothing, absolutely nothing, to be specific and obvious about.

The greatest enemy of any one of our truths may be the rest of our truths.

Thought can be so seductive and hypnotic that it absorbs your attention totally, so you become your thoughts.

Not until we are lost do we begin to understand ourselves.

Whenever people agree with me I always feel I must be wrong.

What’s the good of drawing in the next breath if all you do is let it out and draw in another?

One might say that our words are a movie screen that reveals what we have been thinking and the attitudes we have.

I sometimes wonder whether all pleasures are not substitutes for joy.

Observe all men, thyself most.