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

Somewhere, everywhere, now hidden, now apparent in what ever is written down, is the form of a human being. If we seek to know him, are we idly occupied?

Our words have wings, but fly not where we would.

Nobody can give you wiser advice than yourself.

I’m considered wise, and sometimes I see myself as knowing. Most of the time, I see myself as wanting to know. And I see myself as a very interested person. I’ve never been bored in my life.

There is no person so severely punished, as those who subject themselves to the whip of their own remorse.

I tend to overthink things. I’m not the guy who screams ‚This is a world smash!‘ when I finish a song.

There is a great deal of unmapped country within us which would have to be taken into account in an explanation of our gusts and storms.

I always entertain the notion that I’m wrong, or that I’ll have to revise my opinion. Most of the time that feels good; sometimes it really hurts and is embarrassing.

Here comes 40. I’m feeling my age and I’ve ordered the Ferrari. I’m going to get the whole mid-life crisis package.

When the intensity of emotional conviction subsides, a man who is in the habit of reasoning will search for logical grounds in favour of the belief which he finds in himself.

One of the many lessons that one learns in prison is, that things are what they are and will be what they will be.

I am so clever that sometimes I don’t understand a single word of what I am saying.

It feels good being a restaurant owner because it’s part of my dreams of being the biggest mogul.

I know my flaws before other people point them out to me.

I’m still living at least five parallel lives, honestly! I wonder about it. I have no idea how that happens.

Who would ever think that so much went on in the soul of a young girl?

In all affairs it’s a healthy thing now and then to hang a question mark on the things you have long taken for granted.

Mere humans who root through their refrigerators at three o’clock in the morning can only produce writing that matches what they do. And that includes me.

The truth is, I had always wanted to be a comedian, but I really didn’t have that kind of personality, and it’s a terrifying thing to say.

We judge people in areas where we’re vulnerable to shame, especially picking folks who are doing worse than we’re doing.

No man really knows about other human beings. The best he can do is to suppose that they are like himself.

If evil be spoken of you and it be true, correct yourself, if it be a lie, laugh at it.

I don’t really get nervous that much, or if I do, only I know. It’s all inside me. I am good at hiding everything.

We’re always looking over our shoulders, ‚what they will think, what the press will think, what will this one – am I making the right career move?‘ When you’re young you have to do all that to survive, I suppose.

Two things awe me most, the starry sky above me and the moral law within me.

All my life I’ve been taught how to die, but no one ever taught me how to grow old.

Man’s enemies are not demons, but human beings like himself.

What a liberation to realize that the ‚voice in my head‘ is not who I am. ‚Who am I, then?‘ The one who sees that.

In the struggle between yourself and the world second the world.

I no longer feel attracted to the well-made novel. I want to write the story that will zero in and give you intense, but not connected, moments of experience. I guess that’s the way I see life. People remake themselves bit by bit and do things they don’t understand.

If we are to go forward, we must go back and rediscover those precious values – that all reality hinges on moral foundations and that all reality has spiritual control.

A man does not know what he is saying until he knows what he is not saying.

What lies behind you and what lies in front of you, pales in comparison to what lies inside of you.

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.

It is often said that before you die your life passes before your eyes. It is in fact true. It’s called living.

I don’t really know that much about love, it turns out.

With fame, you know, you can read about yourself, somebody else’s ideas about you, but what’s important is how you feel about yourself – for survival and living day to day with what comes up.

I undertake the same project as Montaigne, but with an aim contrary to his own: for he wrote his Essays only for others, and I write my reveries only for myself.

‚Victory‘ is like, you won, so the question is, what? What did you win? I think that the songs go into that. It’s just about reaching a place in myself.

Guilt for being rich, and guilt thinking that perhaps love and peace isn’t enough and you have to go and get shot or something.

If you carefully consider what you want to be said of you in the funeral experience, you will find your definition of success.

What could I say to you that would be of value, except that perhaps you seek too much, that as a result of your seeking you cannot find.

There is more wisdom in your body than in your deepest philosophy.

Thou wilt find rest from vain fancies if thou doest every act in life as though it were thy last.

When you are angry or frustrated, what comes out? Whatever it is, it’s a good indication of what you’re made of.

Would that I were a dry well, and that the people tossed stones into me, for that would be easier than to be a spring of flowing water that the thirsty pass by, and from which they avoid drinking.

Guilt: the gift that keeps on giving.

I saw a picture of myself when I came out of the hospital. I didn’t recognize myself.

I have a strong feeling that I shall be glad when I am dead and done for – scrapped at last to make room for somebody better, cleverer, more perfect than myself.

As soon as man does not take his existence for granted, but beholds it as something unfathomably mysterious, thought begins.

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

Books can only reveal us to ourselves, and as often as they do us this service we lay them aside.

Faith never makes a confession.

I kinda live where I find myself.

If we examine our thoughts, we shall find them always occupied with the past and the future.

Occasionally the conflict between ‚what we stand for‘ and ‚what we do‘ has been forthrightly addressed.

The Army will take its lessons learned. They’re excellent at looking into themselves and reflecting on what did we do right, what did we do wrong.

There are as many worlds as there are kinds of days, and as an opal changes its colors and its fire to match the nature of a day, so do I.

The slave is doomed to worship time and fate and death, because they are greater than anything he finds in himself, and because all his thoughts are of things which they devour.

We only have to look at ourselves to see how intelligent life might develop into something we wouldn’t want to meet.