It’s dangerous to read the Internet about yourself when you’re me. Or when you’re anyone in the public eye.

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

Whenever you are angry, be assured that it is not only a present evil, but that you have increased a habit.

No man who worships education has got the best out of education… Without a gentle contempt for education no man’s education is complete.

I never said I was the best in anything. I never said I’m an icon. The world decides all of that.

Did you know there’s a difference between being busy and being fruitful? Did you ever stop to think that just being busy – running around in circles all day but not accomplishing anything – is the same as wasting your time? It’s frustrating to expend so much energy and time and not have any fruit from your effort!

What lies behind us and what lies ahead of us are tiny matters compared to what lives within us.

We judge people in areas where we’re vulnerable to shame, especially picking folks who are doing worse than we’re doing.

At the center of your being you have the answer; you know who you are and you know what you want.

The finite is annihilated in the presence of the infinite, and becomes a pure nothing. So our spirit before God, so our justice before divine justice.

There is a need for aloneness, which I don’t think most people realise for an actor. It’s almost having certain kinds of secrets for yourself that you’ll let the whole world in on only for a moment, when you’re acting. But everybody is always tugging at you. They’d all like sort of a chunk of you.

Even with all the advantages of retrospect, and a lot of witnesses dead and gone, you can’t make your life look as if you intended it or you were consistent. All you can show is how you dealt with various hands.

I’m too busy acting like I’m not Naive. I’ve seen it all, I was here first.

God is speaking to us. But are we listening to Him? When our conscience begins to nudge us for whatever reason, we might have this low-level misery or uneasiness about whatever it is we’ve done or we’re about to do. At times like this, it’s wise to prayerfully consider whether we’re offending God with our actions.

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

I don’t think you get successful to brag and throw what you have in the world’s face. That’s all private.

I thank God I’m in a position where I can pick and choose – there are some roles I don’t play.

I am not ashamed to confess that I am ignorant of what I do not know.

If I went back to my 20-year-old self, what I would tell my 20-year-old self is, ‚You don’t know anything.‘ Because everyone, when they’re young, they think they know what’s going on in the world, and you don’t.

The people who truly know me know what I’m like. There have been people who try to say things that aren’t fair, and I check them. And then they don’t like me because I checked them.

I don’t like to read things that people write about me. I’d rather read what kids have to say about me because it’s not their profession to do that.

I am the greatest, I said that even before I knew I was.

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

Sometimes when you’ve had a long series of disappointing things happen, you can get into the very bad habit of just expecting more of what you’ve already had.

I’ve lived a very colorful life, and I’ve said some things, But not once have I taken them back, and I’ve never apologized for them – and I won’t.

I don’t know if I particularly want to be remembered for anything. I personally do not think I’m a great gift to the world. I’ve been very fortunate.

I claim to be a simple individual liable to err like any other fellow mortal. I own, however, that I have humility enough to confess my errors and to retrace my steps.

I’m an introvert somewhat. There could be a room full of people, I’ll go stand in the corner.

There was a while when I was feeling like, ‚Damn, if I’d just been born black, I would not have to go through all this‘.

I would never die for my beliefs because I might be wrong.

Have the humility to learn from those around you.

I’ve always been really, really aware of my insecurities – really, really aware. I never developed that thick skin that keeps you from letting things get to you.

He is lost who is possessed by carnal desire.

I am never satisfied with myself and that is what keeps me going – I have no post-satisfaction.

I really haven’t had that exciting of a life. There are a lot of things I wish I would have done, instead of just sitting around and complaining about having a boring life. So I pretty much like to make it up. I’d rather tell a story about somebody else.

I know nothing except the fact of my ignorance.

I have never felt that the one thing that I am ‚known for‘ is what I am.

There is no coming to consciousness without pain.

To complain is always nonacceptance of what is. It invariably carries an unconscious negative charge. When you complain, you make yourself into a victim. When you speak out, you are in your power. So change the situation by taking action or by speaking out if necessary or possible; leave the situation or accept it. All else is madness.

Every mind must make its choice between truth and repose. It cannot have both.

Perhaps I can say that I am a bit astute, that I can adapt to circumstances, but it is also true that I am a bit naive. Yes, but the best summary, the one that comes more from the inside and I feel most true is this: I am a sinner whom the Lord has looked upon.

I think that there is never an indispensable leader, you know? I think that there is a time with dignity that one needs to leave.

I like to write about love and love lost because I feel like there are so many different subcategories of emotions that you can possibly delve into.

I know what I believe, I know what I want to do, and I’m just comfortable saying it, and laying it out there.

A lot of the problems I had with fame I was bringing on myself. A lot of self-loathing, a lot of woe-is-me. Now I’m learning to see the positive side of things, instead of, like, ‚I can’t go to Kmart. I can’t take my kids to the haunted house.‘

I always entertain the notion that I’m wrong, or that I’ll have to revise my opinion. Most of the time that feels good; sometimes it really hurts and is embarrassing.

In my later years, I have looked in the mirror each day and found a happy person staring back. Occasionally I wonder why I can be so happy. The answer is that every day of my life I’ve worked only for myself and for the joy that comes from writing and creating. The image in my mirror is not optimistic, but the result of optimal behavior.

I think my vice would be outdoing myself.

Our greatest evils flow from ourselves.

Control and surrender have to be kept in balance. That’s what surfers do – take control of the situation, then be carried, then take control. In the last few thousand years, we’ve become incredibly adept technically. We’ve treasured the controlling part of ourselves and neglected the surrendering part.

My message isn’t perfectly defined. I have, as a human being, fallen to peer pressure.

No person is important enough to make me angry.

If you are against yourself, you will never reach your highest potential. And when you criticize yourself, you’re criticizing God.

O‘ What may man within him hide, though angel on the outward side!

Remember that your imagination is yours and yours alone. You have the inborn capacity to use it in any way that you choose. No one else is responsible for your imagination. Anything placed in your imagination and held there ultimately becomes your reality.

If I wasn’t Bob Dylan, I’d probably think that Bob Dylan has a lot of answers myself.

And finally I twist my heart round again, so that the bad is on the outside and the good is on the inside, and keep on trying to find a way of becoming what I would so like to be, and could be, if there weren’t any other people living in the world.

In Hollywood the woods are full of people that learned to write but evidently can’t read. If they could read their stuff, they’d stop writing.

If we could first know where we are, and whither we are tending, we could then better judge what to do, and how to do it.

I owe my solitude to other people.

As you get older, the questions come down to about two or three. How long? And what do I do with the time I’ve got left?