And yet, after all, what is posthumous fame? Altogether vanity.

The happiness of your life depends upon the quality of your thoughts.

When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive - to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love.

Everything we hear is an opinion, not a fact. Everything we see is a perspective, not the truth.

It never ceases to amaze me: we all love ourselves more than other people, but care more about their opinions than our own.

You have power over your mind - not outside events. Realize this, and you will find strength.

The opinion of 10,000 men is of no value if none of them know anything about the subject.

If you are distressed by anything external, the pain is not due to the thing itself, but to your estimate of it; and this you have the power to revoke at any moment.

Whenever you are about to find fault with someone, ask yourself the following question: What fault of mine most nearly resembles the one I am about to criticize?

The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape finding oneself in the ranks of the insane.

Very little is needed to make a happy life; it is all within yourself, in your way of thinking.

I thought about the screws and their happiness. Maybe they were glad to be free of the eggbeater, to be independent screws, to luxuriate on white trays. It did feel good to see them happy.

Dragons have wild hearts that need the open sky

I know what that does to a man, to walk the earth with the burden of his sin on his back. It poisons all he touches.

It was the fact that they tried so hard that doomed them.

I don't quit. If someone quits on me, that's on them, but I'm not going to quit, especially if I say I'm gonna do something.

Sometimes it is harder to deprive oneself of a pain than of a pleasure.

Concepts and intellectual devices or chops can't mask or conceal an underlying lack of emotive power.

Cool people still have a hard time showing what they got in Hollywood.

[On writing:] What a difficult kind of work to choose! But of course one did not choose it. There was no choice.

Sometimes, reaching out and taking someone's hand is the beginning of a journey. At other times, it is allowing another to take yours.