Every truth passes through three stages before it is recognized. In the first it is ridiculed in the second it is opposed in the third it is regarded as self-evident.

All truth passes through three stages. First, it is ridiculed. Second, it is violently opposed. Third, it is accepted as being self-evident.

It is difficult to find happiness within oneself, but it is impossible to find it anywhere else.

The majority of men... are not capable of thinking, but only of believing, and... are not accessible to reason, but only to authority.

Talent hits a target no one else can hit; Genius hits a target no one else can see.

A man can be himself only so long as he is alone; and if he does not love solitude, he will not love freedom; for it is only when he is alone that he is really free.

Man is the only animal who causes pain to others with no other object than wanting to do so.

Genius and madness have something in common: both live in a world that is different from that which exists for everyone else.

A pessimist is an optimist in full possession of the facts.

Religions are like fireflies. They require darkness in order to shine.

Nature shows that with the growth of intelligence comes increased capacity for pain, and it is only with the highest degree of intelligence that suffering reaches its supreme point.

...just because you don't understand something doesn't mean it's not the truth...

Gratitude doesn't change the scenery.  It merely washes clean the glass you look through so you can clearly see the colors.

Endless praise and adoration, limitless abnegation and abjection of self; a celestial North Korea.

When I was really young, I shot a lot with my Super 8.

Words are the most subtle symbols which we possess and our human fabric depends on them.

I live in a village where people still care about each other, largely.

To preserve a man alive in the midst of so many chances and hostilities, is as great a miracle as to create him.

I enjoy walking by myself on the same paths where, as a little boy, I delighted in following my father around.

Grief and memory go together. After someone dies, that's what you're left with. And the memories are so slippery yet so rich.

My father believed, like Pericles, that a mans genius could be easily judged by the number of unenlightened fools set in phalanx against his ideas.