My confidence is easy to shake. I am very well aware of all of my flaws. I am aware of all the insecurities that I have.

The man with insight enough to admit his limitations comes nearest to perfection.

My public is growing up just as I am. After all, I’m not 19 anymore and if I stick with the sex bit, who will be paying to see me when I’m 50?

I am absolutely my own biggest critic.

Nothing is at last sacred but the integrity of your own mind.

Over the years, I’ve learned that a confident person doesn’t concentrate or focus on their weaknesses – they maximize their strengths.

I’ve noticed a terrible thing, which is I will agree to anything if it’s far enough in the future.

I am in my own head most of the time.

You say that you are my judge; I do not know if you are; but take good heed not to judge me ill, because you would put yourself in great peril.

Upon the creatures we have made, we are, ourselves, at last, dependent.

I’m not a marketing person. I don’t ask myself questions. I go by instinct.

I won’t be satisfied until people want to hear me sing without looking at me. Of course, that doesn’t mean I want them to stop looking.

Never let your ego get so close to your position that when your position goes, your ego goes with it.

We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful what we pretend to be.

I understand aggressiveness in only one way: being prepared to hurt yourself, not someone else.

Whether I’m wearing lots of makeup or no makeup, I’m always the same person inside.

The first and greatest victory is to conquer yourself; to be conquered by yourself is of all things most shameful and vile.

Nothing is more intolerable than to have to admit to yourself your own errors.

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

Can the mind see the truth of its own incapacity to know the unknown? Surely if I see very clearly that my mind cannot know the unknown, there is absolute quietness.

I suppose my best attribute, if you want to call it that, is sincerity. I can sell sincerity because that’s the way I am.

In retrospect, I can see I couldn’t talk to people face to face, so I got on stage and started screaming and squealing and twitching about. Ha! Like, that sure made sense!

First and foremost, we need to be the adults we want our children to be. We should watch our own gossiping and anger. We should model the kindness we want to see.

We are the most amazing creatures that this world has ever produced, but we seem to also have this herd mentality; we seem to be the most stupid, also.

Many people know so little about what is beyond their short range of experience. They look within themselves – and find nothing! Therefore they conclude that there is nothing outside themselves either.

He who knows that enough is enough will always have enough.

To be conscious that you are ignorant of the facts is a great step to knowledge.

Basically you have to suppress your own ambitions in order to be who you need to be.

Make the most of yourself, for that is all there is of you.

If I can get my dress on, my weight is under control.

This happiness consisted of nothing else but the harmony of the few things around me with my own existence, a feeling of contentment and well-being that needed no changes and no intensification.

I’m not a centerfold.

I have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably unhappy.

I have great faith in fools; self-confidence my friends call it.

There are only two kinds of men: the righteous who think they are sinners and the sinners who think they are righteous.

To be idle and to be poor have always been reproaches, and therefore every man endeavors with his utmost care to hide his poverty from others, and his idleness from himself.

I tend to get bored quickly, which means I must be boring.

Our passions are like convulsion fits, which, though they make us stronger for a time, leave us the weaker ever after.

Clothing & fashion are kind of my security blanket, almost.

I am a good listener. I think that came from my schooling.

In my heart, I’m confident I could make a good president.

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.

To put it bluntly, I seem to have a whole superstructure with no foundation. But I’m working on the foundation.

I’m actually a very honest person, and sometimes I end up like, ‚Man, I said too much.‘ It’s hard for me not to tell the truth when you ask me.

Tact is the ability to describe others as they see themselves.

If man makes himself a worm he must not complain when he is trodden on.

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

Really, who you are is defined by the people who you know – not even the people that you know, but the people you spend time with and the people that you love and the people that you work with. I guess we show your friends in your profile, but that’s kind of different from the information you put in your profile.

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

As soon as you trust yourself, you will know how to live.

For a young person, it is almost a sin, or at least a danger, to be too preoccupied with himself; but for the ageing person, it is a duty and a necessity to devote serious attention to himself.

When you look at the sun during your walking meditation, the mindfulness of the body helps you to see that the sun is in you; without the sun there is no life at all and suddenly you get in touch with the sun in a different way.

There are three things extremely hard: steel, a diamond, and to know one’s self.

I talk to myself all the time. Just make sure you answer.

For me, it’s enough that I have the first and last word.

Analysis is like a lobotomy. Who wants to have all their edges shaved off?

Where lipstick is concerned, the important thing is not color, but to accept God’s final word on where your lips end.

Why do I talk about the benefits of failure? Simply because failure meant a stripping away of the inessential. I stopped pretending to myself that I was anything other than what I was, and began to direct all my energy into finishing the only work that mattered to me.

I’m not this horrible, evil person.

My fate cannot be mastered; it can only be collaborated with and thereby, to some extent, directed. Nor am I the captain of my soul; I am only its noisiest passenger.

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