Just think how many thoughts a blanket smothers while one lies alone in bed, and how many unhappy dreams it keeps warm.

Don't bend; don't water it down; don't try to make it logical; don't edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.

Start with what is right rather than what is acceptable.

Just because your doctor has a name for your condition, doesn't mean he knows what it is.

Every thing that you love, you will eventually lose, but in the end, love will return in a different form.

I write differently from what I speak, I speak differently from what I think, I think differently from the way I ought to think, and so it all proceeds into deepest darkness.

It's only because of their stupidity that they're able to be so sure of themselves.

I’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity.

I am free and that is why I am lost.

I am a cage, in search of a bird.

People label themselves with all sorts of adjectives. I can only pronounce myself as 'nauseatingly miserable beyond repair'.

Of all the preposterous assumptions of humanity over humanity, nothing exceeds most of the criticisms made on the habits of the poor by the well-housed, well- warmed, and well-fed.

Isn't it funny how freedom is only another word for slavery?

IF you draw a line in the sand you betray the loyalty of your cause

Faust seems to have exerted a big influence on Star Wars. You know, the "give up your soul for immortality" or something.

A selfie is a sort of interesting way to reclaim the gaze, right? You're looking at yourself and taking a photo while looking at everyone.

For the person who loves God, worship is the daily bread of patience.

I've always been - you know, my personality is motivating and encouraging. And so I'm just being who God made me to be.

Without the possibility of action, all knowledge comes to one labeled 'file and forget.'

Everything in this book may be wrong. - The Savior's Manual

If we could manage any sort of trust again... Well. That would make me happier than you can imagine