I only see clearly what I remember.

I’ve got a terrible memory; it’s probably because I’m always concentrating on what I’m doing now.

Character is like a tree and reputation like a shadow. The shadow is what we think of it; the tree is the real thing.

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

A retentive memory may be a good thing, but the ability to forget is the true token of greatness.

Meaning and reality were not hidden somewhere behind things, they were in them, in all of them.

If I like a thing, it just sticks after once reading it or hearing it.

All time is all time. It does not change. It does not lend itself to warnings or explanations. It simply is.

I very rarely think in words at all. A thought comes, and I may try to express it in words afterwards.

If God dropped acid, would he see people?

People make jokes about my bosoms, why don’t they look underneath the breasts at the heart? It’s obvious I’ve got big ones and if people want to assume they’re not mine, then let them.

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.

Nobody is forgotten when it is convenient to remember him.

Glance into the world just as though time were gone: and everything crooked will become straight to you.

The young are permanently in a state resembling intoxication.

Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault.

Always try to use the language so as to make quite clear what you mean and make sure your sentence couldn’t mean anything else.

I trust my taste. I trust it completely and I always have done, and I’ve always thought it isn’t that different from everybody else’s.

Not only is there but one way of doing things rightly, but there is only one way of seeing them, and that is, seeing the whole of them.

I experience a period of frightening clarity in those moments when nature is so beautiful. I am no longer sure of myself, and the paintings appear as in a dream.

No trace of slavery ought to mix with the studies of the freeborn man. No study, pursued under compulsion, remains rooted in the memory.

If I read a book that impresses me, I have to take myself firmly by the hand, before I mix with other people; otherwise they would think my mind rather queer.

Nothing is so good as it seems beforehand.

Men show their character in nothing more clearly than what they think laughable.

If somebody thinks they’re a hedgehog, presumably you just give ‚em a mirror and a few pictures of hedgehogs and tell them to sort it out for themselves.

Brevity and conciseness are the parents of correction.

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

Seeing is not always believing.

Dignity, and even holiness too, sometimes, are more questions of coat and waistcoat than some people imagine.

Words do two major things: They provide food for the mind and create light for understanding and awareness.

My age is very insignificant to me. I don’t think about it, but the world does. The world likes young people in general.

It is a mania shared by philosophers of all ages to deny what exists and to explain what does not exist.

If you change and adapt your persona, you are seen as inauthentic; if you stay the angry young man, you fade from attention or seem tiresome.

Age is whatever you think it is. You are as old as you think you are.

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

Sometimes cameras and television are good to people and sometimes they aren’t. I don’t know if its the way you say it, or how you look.

People often think I’m a faker, but I’m usually honest, in a certain way – in such a way that often nobody believes me!

I don’t care if people think I am an overactor, as long as they enjoy what I do. People who think that would call Van Gogh an overpainter.

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

We shall see but a little way if we require to understand what we see.

If you believe that feeling bad or worrying long enough will change a past or future event, then you are residing on another planet with a different reality system.

Few people have the imagination for reality.

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

Never be so brief as to become obscure.

The intellectual is different from the ordinary man, but only in certain sections of his personality, and even then not all the time.

An Englishman thinks he is moral when he is only uncomfortable.

A man’s only as old as the woman he feels.

Some people mistakenly think nature is very nice and benevolent and never betrays.

The Christian resolution to find the world ugly and bad has made the world ugly and bad.

Children are remarkable for their intelligence and ardor, for their curiosity, their intolerance of shams, the clarity and ruthlessness of their vision.

Memory is the treasury and guardian of all things.

What if everything is an illusion and nothing exists? In that case, I definitely overpaid for my carpet.

Truth is ever to be found in simplicity, and not in the multiplicity and confusion of things.

To us also, through every star, through every blade of grass, is not God made visible if we will open our minds and our eyes.

It’s a rather rude gesture, but at least it’s clear what you mean.

The happiest conversation is that of which nothing is distinctly remembered, but a general effect of pleasing impression.

Every fact is related on one side to sensation, and, on the other, to morals. The game of thought is, on the appearance of one of these two sides, to find the other: given the upper, to find the under side.

When somewhat at a distance, I cannot hear the high tones of instruments, voices. In speaking, it is not surprising that there are people who have never noticed it, for as a rule I am absent-minded, and they account for it in that way.

Few are those who see with their own eyes and feel with their own hearts.

Truth emerges more readily from error than from confusion.

No memory of having starred atones for later disregard, or keeps the end from being hard.