I kept a diary right after I was born. Day 1: Tired from the move. Day 2: Everyone thinks I’m an idiot.

The more you like yourself, the less you are like anyone else, which makes you unique.

If you hate a person, you hate something in him that is part of yourself. What isn’t part of ourselves doesn’t disturb us.

A daily portion is really all we need. We do not need tomorrow’s supply, for that day has not yet dawned, and its needs are still unborn.

We must, all of us, learn actually not to have enemies, but only confused adversaries who are ourselves in disguise.

The only difference between Benito and Bad Bunny is 16 million followers on Instagram. And the money that Bad Bunny has in the bank. Benito had, like, $7. The numbers are different, but I’m still the same. Even my insecurities remain the same.

How people themselves perceive what they are doing is not a question that interests me.

If you do not tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other people.

Secretly we’re all a little more absurd than we make ourselves out to be.

I was poor white trash, no glitter, no glamour, but I’m not ashamed of anything.

The self is hateful.

I know that I’m not the easiest person to live with. The challenge I put on myself is so great that the person I live with feels himself challenged. I bring a lot to bear, and I don’t know how not to.

To remain a credible leader, I must always work first, hardest, and longest on changing myself. This is neither easy nor natural, but it is essential.

It is the superfluous things for which men sweat, – superfluous things that wear our togas theadbare, that force us to grow old in camp, that dash us upon foreign shores.

The more a person seeks security, the more that person gives up control over their life.

I worked with someone who told me they’d never like me. But for some reason, I just felt like I needed her approval. So I started changing myself to please her. It made me stop being social and friendly. I was so unhappy.

The only difference between me and a madman is that I’m not mad.

If someone is going down the wrong road, he doesn’t need motivation to speed him up. What he needs is education to turn him around.

A woman has the age she deserves.

I have all the emotions that everyone has; it just appears that I don’t.

When I think over what I have said, I envy dumb people.

What is this world that is hastening me toward I know not what, viewing me with contempt?

My number one thing? Don’t overleverage yourself. Don’t say you can do something when you really can’t.

If a woman possesses manly virtues one should run away from her; and if she does not possess them she runs away from herself.

Smiling makes me feel weak and not in control and not powerful and small.

I have an expression I use as I’ve gone around the world through my career: ‚You never tell another man or woman what’s in their interest. They know their interest better than you know their interest.‘

I’ve learned people are watching, so don’t do nothing stupid.

You cannot be lonely if you like the person you’re alone with.

Teach me to feel another’s woe, to hide the fault I see, that mercy I to others show, that mercy show to me.

It is curious how instinctively one protects the image of oneself from idolatry or any other handling that could make it ridiculous, or too unlike the original to be believed any longer.

Sometimes I think it would be easier to avoid old age, to die young, but then you’d never complete your life, would you? You’d never wholly know you.

I don’t want to be fake. I’m just being me. And I have the power to break stereotypes and whatever useless rules that society puts on us.

The whole problem with the world is that fools and fanatics are always so certain of themselves, and wiser people so full of doubts.

I may be no better, but at least I am different.

I’m stupid, I’m ugly, I’m dumb, I smell. Did I mention I’m stupid?

Many people think they are thinking when they are merely rearranging their prejudices.

Now that I understand that I’m an addict, I definitely have compassion for my mother. I get it.

True self is non-self, the awareness that the self is made only of non-self elements. There’s no separation between self and other, and everything is interconnected. Once you are aware of that you are no longer caught in the idea that you are a separate entity.

I think the healthy way to live is to make friends with the beast inside oneself, and that means not the beast but the shadow. The dark side of one’s nature. Have fun with it and you know, is to accept everything about ourselves.

Hatred is self-punishment.

Anger, if not restrained, is frequently more hurtful to us than the injury that provokes it.

I used to let other people’s struggles affect my happiness. If they weren’t happy, there was no way I was going to be happy. The opposite was also true: If I wasn’t happy, I didn’t want anyone around me to be happy.

No matter how dull, or how mean, or how wise a man is, he feels that happiness is his indisputable right.

I would never say I was an icon, but so many people have said I am, so I suppose I am. I mean, I can’t not be what everyone says I am. But I don’t feel like an icon.

I am in my own head most of the time.

People pay for what they do, and still more for what they have allowed themselves to become. And they pay for it very simply; by the lives they lead.

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

It’s human nature to blame someone else for your shortcomings or upsets.

I’m tired of fighting. I’ve always known that I can’t be an action star all my life.

Every man can tell how many goats or sheep he possesses, but not how many friends.

Anybody can become angry – that is easy, but to be angry with the right person and to the right degree and at the right time and for the right purpose, and in the right way – that is not within everybody’s power and is not easy.

I am a sinner. This is the most accurate definition. It is not a figure of speech, a literary genre. I am a sinner.

You know how advice is. You only want it if it agrees with what you wanted to do anyway.

None are more hopelessly enslaved than those who falsely believe they are free.

Even the knowledge of my own fallibility cannot keep me from making mistakes. Only when I fall do I get up again.

I don’t see myself as a philosopher. That’s awfully boring.

My lighter, more superficial side will always steal a march on the deeper side and therefore always win. You can’t imagine how often I’ve tried to push away this Anne, which is only half of what is known as Anne – to beat her down, hide her.

I’m afraid that people who know me as I usually am will discover I have another side, a better and finer side. I’m afraid they’ll mock me, think I’m ridiculous and sentimental and not take me seriously. I’m used to not being taken seriously, but only the ‚light-hearted‘ Anne is used to it and can put up with it; the ‚deeper‘ Anne is too weak.

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

I put a lot of pressure on myself. I think something’s not good enough, and I won’t stop until I feel like I’ve made it. I’m never satisfied.

You have to just make the choices you make in life. I made the choices I made because I believed they were right for me.