I get nervous for everything – literally everything.

Physical comforts cannot subdue mental suffering, and if we look closely, we can see that those who have many possessions are not necessarily happy. In fact, being wealthy often brings even more anxiety.

People who fly into a rage always make a bad landing.

I’ve had some dark nights of the soul, of course, but giving in to depression would be a sellout, a defeat.

The human mind is our fundamental resource.

I feel like I want to take care of everyone and I also feel this terrible guilt if I am unable to. And I have felt this way ever since all this success started.

There’s a schizoid streak within the family anyway so I dare say that I’m affected by that. The majority of the people in my family have been in some kind of mental institution, as for my brother he doesn’t want to leave. He likes it very much.

What some call health, if purchased by perpetual anxiety about diet, isn’t much better than tedious disease.

As a cure for worrying, work is better than whiskey.

How much pain they have cost us, the evils which have never happened.

Overnight stardom can be harmful to your mental health. Yeah. It has ruined a lot of people.

There’s certainly a side of me that isn’t completely… sane. Or completely ‚even‘ all the time. We all have our dark sides.

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

I wonder how many decisions we make every day. I believe it’s probably hundreds. We decide whether or not to get out of bed, what we’ll eat, what we’ll do, what we’ll think about, what we’ll say… and on and on.

Whenever I make music, it reflects where I’m at mentally.

I’m addicted to placebos.

Jealousy… is a mental cancer.

When you get into your car, shut the door and be there for just half a minute. Breathe, feel the energy inside your body, look around at the sky, the trees. The mind might tell you, ‚I don’t have time.‘ But that’s the mind talking to you. Even the busiest person has time for 30 seconds of space.

I don’t ever make moves under pressure.

I do suffer from depression, I suppose. Which isn’t that unusual. You know, a lot of people do.

You aren’t normal if you sing to people. You aren’t a normal person. It’s nerve-racking.

For me, there have been times when an action movie, even a ‚Tomb Raider,‘ has helped me get out of myself and be physical again. It’s like therapy.

If it’s stress of things that we cannot control, what you have to do is you mitigate that stress as much as possible. You’ve planned, you’ve trained, you’ve done everything you can in your power to mitigate the stress that’s facing you. And then after that, there’s nothing you can do. So, you have to let that one go.

Cycling can be lonely, but in a good way. It gives you a moment to breathe and think, and get away from what you’re working on.

Happiness is the cessation of suffering.

I briefly did therapy, but after a while, I realised it is just like a farmer complaining about the weather. You can’t fix the weather – you just have to get on with it.

I have lost my mental faculties but am perfectly well.

A first sign of the beginning of understanding is the wish to die.

I found music to be the therapy of choice. I guess it is for a lot of people.

We are for the most part more lonely when we go abroad among men than when we stay in our chambers. A man thinking or working is always alone, let him be where he will.

Fear makes us feel our humanity.

The greatest weapon against stress is our ability to choose one thought over another.

There are so many emotions that you’re feeling, you can get stifled by them if you’re feeling them all at once. What I try to do is take one moment – one simple, simple feeling – and expand it into three-and-a-half minutes.

I am alone; I am always alone no matter what.

We can fear things into existence. Fear looks into the future and imagines the worst that can happen.

Whenever the speech is corrupted so is the mind.

In Germany, they all thought I was a bit mental, very emotional.

I think the most important thing is to keep active and to hope that your mind stays active.

As a rule, men worry more about what they can’t see than about what they can.

Dread, which is closely related to fear, steals the ability to enjoy ordinary life and makes people anxious about the future. It keeps them from looking forward to the next day, the next month, or the next decade.

There is no such thing as a pure introvert or extrovert. Such a person would be in the lunatic asylum.

The reason why worry kills more people than work is that more people worry than work.

I calculate that I took 20,000 punches, but I earned millions and kept a lot of it. I may talk slow, but my mind is OK.

Worry – a God, invisible but omnipotent. It steals the bloom from the cheek and lightness from the pulse; it takes away the appetite, and turns the hair gray.

The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quiet, alone with the heavens, nature and God. Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be.

A sad soul can kill quicker than a germ.

Man, so long as he remains free, has no more constant and agonizing anxiety than find as quickly as possible someone to worship.

Younger people have greatest fears. Why is that? Because they don’t know the plot. They don’t know their own individual plot… they don’t know what’s going to happen to them.

I think it’s very important to cry in the shower and not in front of them. They need to know that everything’s going to be all right, even when you’re not sure it is.

You have to listen very carefully and tell the truth if you are going to get a paranoid person to open up to you.

Even paranoids have real enemies.

Happiness is not being pained in body or troubled in mind.

When angry, count to four; when very angry, swear.

When things haven’t gone well for you, call in a secretary or a staff man and chew him out. You will sleep better and they will appreciate the attention.

The answer I found is you stay away from the people who make fun of you, and you join these ad hoc groups who understand your craziness.

I’m the only person of distinction who has ever had a depression named for him.

All truly great thoughts are conceived by walking.

With increasing age, dullness of mind and heart sets in.

We are all so much together, but we are all dying of loneliness.

With my childhood, it’s a wonder I’m not psychotic. I was the little Jewish boy in the non-Jewish neighborhood. It was a little like being the first Negro enrolled in the all-white school. I grew up in libraries and among books, without friends.

Absolute silence leads to sadness. It is the image of death.