All cruel people describe themselves as paragons of frankness.

I confused things with their names: that is belief.

Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye.

For I can raise no money by vile means.

It’s only I have seen enough of it and the funny thing is now, I know that I’m skinny, because I know there are even smaller clothes in the store. I think I’m big, when I was big, I never thought about it.

I don’t see myself as beautiful, because I can see a lot of flaws. People have really odd opinions. They tell me I’m skinny, as if that’s supposed to make me happy.

There are more things to alarm us than to harm us, and we suffer more often in apprehension than reality.

Considering their impact, you might expect mosquitoes to get more attention than they do. Sharks kill fewer than a dozen people every year, and in the U.S. they get a week dedicated to them on TV every year.

Many a man’s reputation would not know his character if they met on the street.

There is but an inch of difference between a cushioned chamber and a padded cell.

Reality must take precedence over public relations, for nature cannot be fooled.

They consider me to have sharp and penetrating vision because I see them through the mesh of a sieve.

Part of the inhumanity of the computer is that, once it is competently programmed and working smoothly, it is completely honest.

I exaggerate when I’m angry, but I’ve never gone around telling people things that aren’t true about me.

Honesty is the first chapter in the book of wisdom.

If the writing is honest it cannot be separated from the man who wrote it.

It’s true that obscenity is a matter of taste and in the eye of the beholder.

I get to hear the really good or the really bad things in the press, but I don’t read it. I can afford to say that because public opinion does not drive U2’s audience.

The young are permanently in a state resembling intoxication.

Men willingly believe what they wish.

I believe in using words, not fists. I believe in my outrage knowing people are living in boxes on the street. I believe in honesty. I believe in a good time. I believe in good food. I believe in sex.

Every time I say something that’s extremely truthful out loud, it literally breaks the Internet.

What is straight? A line can be straight, or a street, but the human heart, oh, no, it’s curved like a road through mountains.

Most people say that it is the intellect which makes a great scientist. They are wrong: it is character.

One thing about me is I try to be honest.

I describe myself as a simple Buddhist monk. No more, no less.

Pictures and shapes are but secondary objects and please or displease only in the memory.

But to me nothing – the negative, the empty – is exceedingly powerful.

Where sense is wanting, everything is wanting.

See things from the boy’s point of view.

The artist alone sees spirits. But after he has told of their appearing to him, everybody sees them.

Reality is only a Rorschach ink-blot, you know.

To believe in something, and not to live it, is dishonest.

An error does not become truth by reason of multiplied propagation, nor does truth become error because nobody sees it.

I don’t mind making jokes, but I don’t want to look like one.

False words are not only evil in themselves, but they infect the soul with evil.

Drawing is the honesty of the art. There is no possibility of cheating. It is either good or bad.

The universe as we know it is a joint product of the observer and the observed.

It is the heart which perceives God and not the reason. That is what faith is: God perceived by the heart, not by the reason.

We are long before we are convinced that happiness is never to be found, and each believes it possessed by others, to keep alive the hope of obtaining it for himself.

I’ll never tell a lie. I’ll never make a misleading statement. I’ll never betray the confidence that any of you had in me. And I’ll never avoid a controversial issue.

If we had a keen vision of all that is ordinary in human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow or the squirrel’s heart beat, and we should die of that roar which is the other side of silence.

Men feel that cruelty to the poor is a kind of cruelty to animals. They never feel that it is an injustice to equals; nay it is treachery to comrades.

Always be sincere, even if you don’t mean it.

If it’s going to come out eventually, better have it come out immediately.

There is a road from the eye to heart that does not go through the intellect.

The foolish man conceives the idea of ‚self.‘ The wise man sees there is no ground on which to build the idea of ‚self;‘ thus, he has a right conception of the world and well concludes that all compounds amassed by sorrow will be dissolved again, but the truth will remain.

There is no such thing as an underestimate of average intelligence.

The best way to keep one’s word is not to give it.

Concentration is my motto – first honesty, then industry, then concentration.

Optimism means better than reality; pessimism means worse than reality. I’m a realist.

In my opinion, there is no aspect of reality beyond the reach of the human mind.

Cruelty, like every other vice, requires no motive outside of itself; it only requires opportunity.

There are as many pillows of illusion as flakes in a snow-storm. We wake from one dream into another dream.

My aim is to make the poor look rich and the rich look poor.

People need good lies. There are too many bad ones.

The secret of life is honesty and fair dealing. If you can fake that, you’ve got it made.

The course of this conflict is not known, yet its outcome is certain. Freedom and fear, justice and cruelty, have always been at war, and we know that God is not neutral between them.

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

I am being frank about myself in this book. I tell of my first mistake on page 850.

Nicki Minaj, I’m at MTV. I’m going to be honest with you: I love you. I like you. I want you; I want you to be mine. Only reason I’m not telling you this face to face is because I understand that you’re busy.