The man who does not value himself, cannot value anything or anyone.

The ' pleasure' of being drunk is obviously the pleasure of escaping from the responsibility of Consciousness.

Racism is a doctrine of, by and for brutes.

One gains a profoundly personal, selfish joy from the mere existence of the person one loves. It is one’s own personal, selfish happiness that one seeks, earns and derives from love.

Racism negates two aspects of man's life: reason and choice, or mind and morality, replacing them with chemical predestination.

A rational man never distorts or corrupts his own standards...in order to appeal to the irrationality, dishonesty or stupidity of others.

Men who reject the responsibility of thought and reason can only exist as parasites on the thinking of others.

No man can have a right to impose an unchosen obligation, an unrewarded duty or an involuntary servitude on another man.There can be no such thing as " the right to enslave .

You have to pen down and start designing your own destiny".

You may not control what others do or say, but you can decide not to be reduced by them. Keep adding value to people around you and make your impact unstoppable.

Lesson after lesson, that's Deeper Level... if you can amplified it... apply it... and to recall it... you have successful learnt it.

Everything changes but change itself.

I choose films for their artistic value. I don't need a mansion or a Jaguar. When I leave this Earth, I won't take any money with me. All I will leave behind will be my art.

You can't go into the office and be a jerk. You can't yell at your kids or your wife or your husband for no reason. That makes you a terrible person.

The circle, or ring, dance was seen as an earthly counterpart of the heavenly dance of the angels, which was itself a celebration of the resurrection.

No actor wants to choose - they just want all of the options available to them all the time; we tend to be pretty greedy.

When old men decided to barter young men for pride and profit, the transaction was called war.

We all - in the end - die in medias res. In the middle of a story. Of many stories.