How is it possible that a being with such sensitive jewels as the eyes, such enchanted musical instruments as the ears, and such fabulous arabesque of nerves as the brain can experience itself anything less than a god.

A great social success is a pretty girl who plays her cards as carefully as if she were plain.

The light which puts out our eyes is darkness to us. Only that day dawns to which we are awake. There is more day to dawn. The sun is but a morning star.

We are in a far better position to observe instincts in animals or in primitives than in ourselves. This is due to the fact that we have grown accustomed to scrutinizing our own actions and to seeking rational explanations for them.

The idea of recognising your strengths and using them in as versatile a way as you can is cool to me.

Miracles, in the sense of phenomena we cannot explain, surround us on every hand: life itself is the miracle of miracles.

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

Our brains are either our greatest assets or our greatest liabilities.

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

My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery – always buzzing, humming, soaring roaring diving, and then buried in mud. And why? What’s this passion for?

The human being is a strange mixture of blind instinct, on one hand, and conscience, on the other.

Eternal nothingness is fine if you happen to be dressed for it.

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.

I’m getting a wrinkle above my eyebrow because I just can’t stop lifting it, and I love that you know.

A brain of feathers, and a heart of lead.

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

All knowledge or form conception is evoked through the medium of the eye, either in response to disturbances directly received on the retina or to their fainter secondary effects and reverberations. Other sense organs can only call forth feelings which have no reality of existence and of which no conception can be formed.

Millions of people live their entire lives without finding themselves. But it is something I must do.

Real life is the life that’s in you, not your circumstances, like where you live or what job you have or who you’re in relationship with.

I have the habit of attention to such excess, that my senses get no rest – but suffer from a constant strain.

Everyone who wills can hear the inner voice. It is within everyone.

I just really believe people have to get hungry. I think maybe what we need to do, instead of trying to stuff our beliefs down people’s throats, is just pray for them to really be hungry and to see their neediness.

The experience of life consists of the experience which the spirit has of itself in matter and as matter, in mind and as mind, in emotion, as emotion, etc.

The quantity and quality of consciousness, one may say, have always been growing throughout geological times. In this respect man, in whom nervous organisation and therefore psychological powers have attained an undisputed maximum, may be considered, scientifically, as a natural centre of evolution of the primates.

Man is but a reed, the most feeble thing in nature, but he is a thinking reed.

And obviously, from our own personal point of view, the principal challenge is a personal challenge.

Why should it be essential to love rarely in order to love much?

Little girls are cute and small only to adults. To one another they are not cute. They are life-sized.

All art is at once surface and symbol. Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril. Those who read the symbol do so at their peril. It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors. Diversity of opinion about a work of art shows that the work is new, complex and vital.

Conflict cannot survive without your participation.

Men are disturbed not by things, but by the view which they take of them.

We will always tend to fulfill our own expectation of ourselves.

Indecision may or may not be my problem.

I have trouble with letting go. That’s my problem.

People do not seem to realize that their opinion of the world is also a confession of character.

What you have outside you counts less than what you have inside you.

Power does not change you, it unmasks you.

It doesn’t take much to make me angry.

And suddenly I realised that I was no longer driving the car consciously. I was driving it by a kind of instinct, only I was in a different dimension.

You can have no dominion greater or less than that over yourself.

I wouldn’t say that I am one of the greatest dancers, but I am really quite good at what I do.

The personal ego already has a strong element of dysfunction, but the collective ego is, frequently, even more dysfunctional, to the point of absolute insanity.

The one thing that I keep learning over and over again is that I don’t know nothing. I mean, that’s my life lesson.

An enemy generally says and believes what he wishes.

Sometimes I wonder if I’m as famous for my wheelchair and disabilities as I am for my discoveries.

Tis but a part we see, and not a whole.

As a lifestyle you always being the focal point is innately unhealthy.

Association with human beings lures one into self-observation.

I’ve realized that being happy is a choice. You never want to rub anybody the wrong way or not be fun to be around, but you have to be happy. When I get logical and I don’t trust my instincts – Thats when I get in trouble.

The human brain is an incredible pattern-matching machine.

I’ve been reckless, but I’m not a rebel without a cause.

I sometimes ask people, ‚Can you be aware of your own presence? Not the thoughts that you’re having, not the emotions that you’re having, but the very presence of your very being?‘ You become aware of your own presence by sensing the entire energy field in your body that is alive. And that is the totality of your presence.

We should take care not to make the intellect our goal; it has, of course, powerful muscles, but no personality.

I prefer tongue-tied knowledge to ignorant loquacity.

You can’t talk your way out of problems you behave yourself into.

Sometimes I’m a bit under-aggressive and sometimes a bit over. But I think it’s good to have both.

Noise proves nothing. Often a hen who has merely laid an egg cackles as if she laid an asteroid.

I think the foundation of everything in my life is wonder.

What really matters is how God sees me. He isn’t concerned with labels; he is concerned about the state of man’s soul.

People can try to reinvent themselves. I don’t think you can really change who you are, though, because who you are is pretty much where you came from and what you’ve done up to now.

We tend to mistake music for the physical object.