Judge of your natural character by what you do in your dreams.

Life consists in what a man is thinking of all day.

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.

If I am not, may God put me there; and if I am, may God so keep me.

America is the student who defies the odds to become the first in a family to go to college – the citizen who defies the cynics and goes out there and votes – the young person who comes out of the shadows to demand the right to dream. That’s what America is about.

It is often said that before you die your life passes before your eyes. It is in fact true. It’s called living.

Through pride we are ever deceiving ourselves. But deep down below the surface of the average conscience a still, small voice says to us, something is out of tune.

How simple a thing it seems to me that to know ourselves as we are, we must know our mothers names.

I don’t know what ‚normal‘ means, anyway.

Who shall measure the hat and violence of the poet’s heart when caught and tangled in a woman’s body?

Somebody’s boring me. I think it’s me.

How do you know what it’s like to be stupid if you’ve never been smart?

You use a glass mirror to see your face; you use works of art to see your soul.

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

It seems like we wake up and it’s a race until you get to bed. It gets to you after a while and you think, ‚What the hell am I doing?‘

For all right judgment of any man or things it is useful, nay, essential, to see his good qualities before pronouncing on his bad.

Why do I not seek some real good; one which I could feel, not one which I could display?

It is in our lives and not our words that our religion must be read.

When you learn about the teaching and the practice of another tradition, you always have a chance to understand your own teaching and practice.

I don’t see the point of doing an interview unless you’re going to share the things you learn in life and the mistakes you make. So to admit that I’m extremely human and have done some dark things I don’t think makes me unusual or unusually dark. I think it actually is the right thing to do, and I’d like to think it’s the nice thing to do.

There are few things more dreadful than dealing with a man who knows he is going under, in his own eyes, and in the eyes of others. Nothing can help that man. What is left of that man flees from what is left of human attention.

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

The greatness of man is great in that he knows himself to be wretched. A tree does not know itself to be wretched.

There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered.

There’s a gap between what I want to do, what I do on camera, and what gets edited. Right? So the goal is to try and close the gaps. What’s the biggest compliment is if I read a review and it’s exactly what I wrote down in my diary before ever filming it. That’s really cool. That’s the biggest signifier of closing the gaps.

If you dream the proper dreams, and share the myths with people, they will want to grow up to be like you.

It is strange to be known so universally and yet to be so lonely.

God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another.

I have dual citizenship; it just so happens I live in America. I would like to go back to Wales. I’m obsessed with my childhood, and at least three times a week dream I am back there.

There are some Christian people who taste and see and enjoy religion in their own souls, and who get at a deeper knowledge of it than books can ever give them, though they should search all their days.

As a leader, the first person I need to lead is me. The first person that I should try to change is me.

Man the individual consoles himself for his passing with the thought of the offspring or the works which he leaves behind.

The more I see the less I know for sure.

My life is mine to remember.

I have discovered that all human evil comes from this, man’s being unable to sit still in a room.

I am so clever that sometimes I don’t understand a single word of what I am saying.

Live the life you’ve dreamed.

A first sign of the beginning of understanding is the wish to die.

Somewhere, everywhere, now hidden, now apparent in what ever is written down, is the form of a human being. If we seek to know him, are we idly occupied?

My thought is me: that is why I cannot stop thinking. I exist because I think I cannot keep from thinking.

I deeply regret any harm, or any perceived harm, that I may have done to anyone by any behaviour of mine.

Books are like a mirror. If an ass looks in, you can’t expect an angel to look out.

I’ve always felt quite singular, even as a child. That I must stay on track to keep my purpose.

The ninety and nine are with dreams, content but the hope of the world made new, is the hundredth man who is grimly bent on making those dreams come true.

If human beings were shown what they’re really like, they’d either kill one another as vermin, or hang themselves.

Dreams are the guiding words of the soul. Why should I henceforth not love my dreams and not make their riddling images into objects of my daily consideration?

If we are to be happy, we must first react against our tendency to follow the line of least resistance, a tendency that causes us either to remain as we are, or to look primarily to activities external to ourselves for what will provide new impetus to our lives.

Behavior is the mirror in which everyone shows their image.

A noble man compares and estimates himself by an idea which is higher than himself; and a mean man, by one lower than himself. The one produces aspiration; the other ambition, which is the way in which a vulgar man aspires.

The human voice can never reach the distance that is covered by the still small voice of conscience.

Here’s something that’s contrary to popular belief: I actually don’t like thinking. I think people think I like to think a lot. And I don’t. I do not like to think at all.

No one knows Anne’s better side, and that’s why most people can’t stand me. Oh, I can be an amusing clown for an afternoon, but after that, everyone’s had enough of me to last a month.

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.

Become slower in your journey through life. Practice yoga and meditation if you suffer from ‚hurry sickness.‘ Become more introspective by visiting quiet places such as churches, museums, mountains and lakes. Give yourself permission to read at least one novel a month for pleasure.

The questions which one asks oneself begin, at least, to illuminate the world, and become one’s key to the experience of others.

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

I don’t look at my old work. I mean, they made nice books; the books were made without me, the one from last year and the one from this year. I – personally, I’m not interested in my own past. I’m only interested in today – perhaps tomorrow.

There are phases in life which surface at times, and it makes you understand that despite you working hard, everything what you are doing is probably not enough. That’s when you need to look around, and beyond.

We identify in our experience a differentiation between what we do and what happens to us.

We all self-conscious. I’m just the first to admit it.

I have made a ceaseless effort not to ridicule, not to bewail, not to scorn human actions, but to understand them.