The lust for comfort, that stealthy thing that enters the house a guest, and then becomes a host, and then a master.

No one has ever learned fully to know themselves.

Everybody always laughs because I feel so much more comfortable with, like, a giant paper bag on my whole body and paint on my face. Sometimes I try really hard to take it all off. But inevitably what’s underneath is still not a straight edge. And I don’t think it ever will be.

The greatest magnifying glasses in the world are a man’s own eyes when they look upon his own person.

It’s certainly not wrong to want to be a better person. God gave us that desire.

Experience, as a desire for experience, does not come off. We must not study ourselves while having an experience.

When you cease to exist, then who will you blame?

A scholar who cherishes the love of comfort is not fit to be deemed a scholar.

Know then thyself, presume not God to scan; The proper study of mankind is man.

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

When a man becomes a writer, I think he takes on a sacred obligation to produce beauty and enlightenment and comfort at top speed.

Tell me what you like and I’ll tell you what you are.

When you come to see a picture of mine, I want you to know that I’m not going to do anything that will make you uncomfortable. I want you to know that you won’t be disappointed in me.

You do not need to leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. Do not even listen, simply wait, be quiet still and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked, it has no choice, it will roll in ecstasy at your feet.

Love is an interesting thing. Perhaps I’ve never been in love before – I don’t really know? I think I have. I guess it’s subjective in that way.

I have often wondered how it is that every man loves himself more than all the rest of men, but yet sets less value on his own opinions of himself than on the opinions of others.

The desire for possession is insatiable, to such a point that it can survive even love itself. To love, therefore, is to sterilize the person one loves.

If we depend for our happiness on another, on society or on environment, they become essential to us; we cling to them, and any alteration of these we violently oppose because we depend upon them for our psychological security and comfort.

I have a strong feeling that I shall be glad when I am dead and done for – scrapped at last to make room for somebody better, cleverer, more perfect than myself.

Adversity has ever been considered the state in which a man most easily becomes acquainted with himself.

Sometimes, I feel like one who is on the sidelines, who has missed life itself.

I came here in 1974 to do a play, and then I went to L.A. I really like living in America. I feel more at home here than anywhere else.

I have no need for good souls: an accomplice is what I wanted.

There is a luxury in self-reproach. When we blame ourselves we feel no one else has a right to blame us.

Time is compressed like the fist I close on my knee… I hold inside it the clues and solutions and the power for what I must do now.

Instead of blaming everyone and everything else for your problems, pray for God to help you take an inventory of what’s been on your mind so you can think about what you’ve been thinking about.

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.

I can be jubilant one moment and pensive the next, and a cloud could go by and make that happen.

I remember coming to New York in 1974 to do a play here called ‚Equis.‘ And I remember the first morning getting up and walking around the streets, and I thought, ‚I’m home.‘ I felt really at peace here.

War is a way of shattering to pieces… materials which might otherwise be used to make the masses too comfortable and… too intelligent.

If you look for truth, you may find comfort in the end; if you look for comfort you will not get either comfort or truth only soft soap and wishful thinking to begin, and in the end, despair.

I always wanted a great love affair: something that feels big and full, really honest, and enough. No moment should feel slight, false, or a little off. For me, it had to be everything.

There are very few people who are going to look into the mirror and say, ‚That person I see is a savage monster;‘ instead, they make up some construction that justifies what they do.

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.

Every time I get in the McLaren I feel more comfortable, my confidence increases and I feel more at home with the team.

I had nothing growing up, but I always wanted to be ‚sexy,‘ even before I knew what the word was.

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

When men are easy in their circumstances, they are naturally enemies to innovations.

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

Our Revolution emerged where it was least expected by the empire, in a hemisphere where it was used to acting like an all-powerful master.

The power of our thoughts may never be measured or appreciated, but it became obvious to me as a young boy that there was value and power in being aware of my thoughts and how I expressed myself.

It is a fact that cannot be denied: the wickedness of others becomes our own wickedness because it kindles something evil in our own hearts.

Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain; awake but one, and in, what myriads rise!

I believe the home and marriage is the foundation of our society and must be protected.

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.

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

Men freely believe that which they desire.

All men by nature desire knowledge.

I’m inconsistent, even to myself.

When you put down the good things you ought to have done, and leave out the bad ones you did do well, that’s Memoirs.

I always wonder when it was that I was embraced.

In seeking comfort, we generally find a quiet corner in life where there is a minimum of conflict, and then we are afraid to step out of that seclusion.

I’m still living at least five parallel lives, honestly! I wonder about it. I have no idea how that happens.

When I was 11, the whole world was closed to me. I just felt I was on the outside of the world.

We are taught you must blame your father, your sisters, your brothers, the school, the teachers – but never blame yourself. It’s never your fault. But it’s always your fault, because if you wanted to change you’re the one who has got to change.

In our obscurity – in all this vastness – there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves. It is up to us.

I used to live with my grandmother. I used to wonder why the other kids in school went home with their mothers and fathers. I wanted to be the guy that got married. I wanted to be the guy with the children and the white picket fence. I never had that.

Do you know what it means to come home at night to a woman who’ll give you a little love, a little affection, a little tenderness? It means you’re in the wrong house, that’s what it means.

I will govern my life and thoughts as if the whole world were to see the one and read the other, for what does it signify to make anything a secret to my neighbor, when to God, who is the searcher of our hearts, all our privacies are open?

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

When I do have free time, I spend it with friends, or I spend it at home writing or making something.