Death and genitals are things that frighten people, and when people are frightened, they develop means of concealment and aggression. It is common sense.

The outer passes away; the innermost is the same yesterday, today, and forever.

The key to success is to focus our conscious mind on things we desire not things we fear.

Death means change our clothes. Clothes become old, then time to come change. So this body become old, and then time come, take young body.

I feel connected to my generation through the music, but I also fear for us. We’re in a very self-destructive state where we’re addicted to outside opinions and we all feel like we have fans.

Some people will have to be afraid. Those who plunder the nation, deliver injustice, will have to feel scared of me. And I am not afraid of admitting this. Government cannot be so lenient that it forgives them.

We simply attempt to be fearful when others are greedy and to be greedy only when others are fearful.

Actions are visible, though motives are secret.

The sensitivity of men to small matters, and their indifference to great ones, indicates a strange inversion.

Our nature consists in motion; complete rest is death.

And when a woman’s will is as strong as the man’s who wants to govern her, half her strength must be concealment.

Death is no more than passing from one room into another. But there’s a difference for me, you know. Because in that other room I shall be able to see.

There is a time to take counsel of your fears, and there is a time to never listen to any fear.

No one can outrun death. It will catch up to all of us eventually.

Nothing scares me more than people with some doll collection.

Hatreds not vowed and concealed are to be feared more than those openly declared.

Man’s task is to become conscious of the contents that press upward from the unconscious.

To run away from trouble is a form of cowardice and, while it is true that the suicide braves death, he does it not for some noble object but to escape some ill.

Unless India stands up to the world, no one will respect us. In this world, fear has no place. Only strength respects strength.

Fear clogs; faith liberates.

Death surrenders us totally to God: it makes us enter into him; we must, in return, surrender ourselves to death with absolute love and self-abandonment since, when death comes, all we can do is to surrender ourselves completely to the domination and guidance of God.

Fear cannot be without hope nor hope without fear.

For most of us, relationship with another is based on dependence, either economic or psychological. This dependence creates fear, breeds in us possessiveness, results in friction, suspicion, frustration.

No work or love will flourish out of guilt, fear, or hollowness of heart, just as no valid plans for the future can be made by those who have no capacity for living now.

In defense of our persons and properties under actual violation, we took up arms. When that violence shall be removed, when hostilities shall cease on the part of the aggressors, hostilities shall cease on our part also.

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

Those who hope for no other life are dead even for this.

I usually make up my mind about a man in ten seconds, and I very rarely change it.

Fear is a spirit that produces a feeling.

Men despise religion. They hate it and are afraid it may be true.

The eternal silence of these infinite spaces frightens me.

Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.

Death most resembles a prophet who is without honor in his own land or a poet who is a stranger among his people.

Only those are fit to live who are not afraid to die.

If you can feel that Mother Earth is in you, and you are Mother Earth, then you are not any longer afraid to die because the earth is not dying. Like a wave appears and disappears and appears again.

They died hard, those savage men – like wounded wolves at bay. They were filthy, and they were lousy, and they stunk. And I loved them.

You can see neurosis from below – as a sickness – as most psychiatrists see it. Or you can understand it as a compassionate man might: respecting the neurosis as a fumbling and inefficient effort toward good ends.

If my survival caused another to perish, then death would be sweeter and more beloved.

I’m sure the feeling of fear, as long as you can take advantage of it and not be rendered useless by it, can make you extend yourself beyond what you would regard as your capacity. If you’re afraid, the blood seems to flow freely through the veins, and you really do feel a sense of stimulation.

I’m not ashamed to say I fear something.

Boredom is… a vital problem for the moralist, since half the sins of mankind are caused by the fear of it.

You may be educated abroad, you may be a great scientist, politician, but you always have a sneaking fear that if you don’t go to temples or do the ordinary things that you have been told to do, something evil might happen, so you conform. What happens to the mind that conforms? Investigate it, please.

Death does not concern us, because as long as we exist, death is not here. And when it does come, we no longer exist.

As social animals, we are extremely susceptible to the moods of other people. This gives us the power to subtly infuse into people the appropriate mood for influencing them.

Obviously, there’s a part of me that takes the world of violence and death very seriously. However, when it comes to protection, or when it comes to just the skill of shooting… I’ve gone to the range with sniper rifles and things like that.

For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.

The constant assertion of belief is an indication of fear.

Fear is the thought of admitted inferiority.

He who fears being conquered is sure of defeat.

When even one American – who has done nothing wrong – is forced by fear to shut his mind and close his mouth – then all Americans are in peril.

I saw a subliminal advertising executive, but only for a second.

The day which we fear as our last is but the birthday of eternity.

The human mind is our fundamental resource.

My father had died, and very swiftly, too, of cancer of the esophagus. He was 79. I am 61. In whatever kind of a ‚race‘ life may be, I have very abruptly become a finalist.

Fear is the main source of superstition, and one of the main sources of cruelty. To conquer fear is the beginning of wisdom.

It is impossible to experience one’s death objectively and still carry a tune.

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

People are terrified of me, and I want them to be.

The first step towards vice is to shroud innocent actions in mystery, and whoever likes to conceal something sooner or later has reason to conceal it.

I’m terrified of losing my voice.

The topic of leadership is a touchy one. A lot of leaders fail because they don’t have the bravery to touch that nerve or strike that chord. Throughout my years, I haven’t had that fear.