An individual who can freely and with a clear heart do things because they're fun is a very sane person.

You don't get rich writing science fiction. If you want to get rich, you start a religion.

Freedom is for honest people. No man who is not himself honest can be free – he is his own trap.

What is true for you is what you have observed yourself. And when you lose that, you have lost everything.

Never regret yesterday. Life is in you today and you make your tomorrow.

Nothing in Scientology is true for you unless you have observed it and it is true according to your observation

Scientology is the only specific (cure) for radiation (atomic bomb) burns.

They smell of all the baths they didnt take. The trouble with China is, there are too many chinks here.

To love in spite of all is the secret of greatness. And may very well be the greatest secret in this universe.

The test of true competence is the end result.

The only way you can control people is to lie to them. You can write that down in your book in great big letters. The only way you can control anybody is to lie to them.

To accomplish your mission, follow your passion.

...after much practice and struggle, you come to feel for yourself that enlightenment is not only possible, but in process.

And I should mention the light which falls through the big windows this time of day italicizing everything it touches.

Out into the cool of the evening strolls the pretender. He knows that all his hopes and dreams begin and end there.

Ideologies aren't all that important. What's important is psychology.

I require something so horrifically alcoholic that it makes livers tremble with fear and run for their lives when its name is uttered.

There are some singers that know exactly when to go, and others hang on much too long and that is the same, that is the same with judges.

It is surely very narrow policy that supposes money to be the chief good.

I'm a widower with three sons and seven grandchildren. One of my sons is my partner on the ranch.

Sad fancies do we then affect, In luxury of disrespect To our own prodigal excess Of too familiar happiness.