The maturity of man—that means, to have reacquired the seriousness that one had as a child at play

I obviously do everything to be "hard to understand" myself

The consequences of our actions take hold of us, quite indifferent to our claim that meanwhile we have 'improved.

In music the passions enjoy themselves.

The vanity of others runs counter to our taste only when it runs counter to our vanity.

One loves ultimately one's desires, not the thing desired.

A man who wills commands something within himself that renders obedience, or that he believes renders obedience.

Madness is something rare in individuals — but in groups, parties, peoples, and ages, it is the rule.

A soul that knows it is loved but does not itself love betrays its sediment: what is at bottom comes up."―Epigrams and Interludes, Section 79

When we have to change an opinion about any one, we charge heavily to his account the inconvenience he thereby causes us.

Whatever is done for love always occurs beyond good and evil.

Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word.

Thousands of miles from Georgia, beginning that night in England, my dad became a foreign-language speaker to me – and I was utterly charmed by it. I found the foreigner in myself.

Remember as you go about your day that you may be the only Jesus some of your friends, neighbors, and family will ever see.

It's not about what you tell the reader, it's about what you conceal.

I'm more patriotic than I am political - I appreciate politics but I'm not quite too sure if that's a road I'm willing to go down.

Pound's crazy. All poets are.... They have to be. You don't put a poet like Pound in the loony bin.

I came to L.A. to work and become a better actress, not to be a star.

I grew up with tarot cards and the reading of tea leaves.

Be clear about what you want to accomplish, and whether the circumstances surrounding you are actively helping you toward the goal.

my brain Worked with a dim and undetermined sense Of unknown modes of being; o'er my thoughts There hung a darkness, call it solitude Or blank desertion.