We are dominated by the relatively small number of persons who understand the mental processes and social patterns of the masses. It is they who pull the wires which control the public mind.

If we understand the mechanism and motives of the group mind, it is now possible to control and regiment the masses according to our will without them knowing it.

The only difference between 'propaganda' and 'education,' really, is in the point of view. The advocacy of what we believe in is education. The advocacy of what we don't believe in is propaganda.

We are governed, our minds are molded, our tastes formed, our ideas suggested, largely by men we have never heard of.

The engineering of consent is the very essence of the democratic process, the freedom to persuade and suggest.

People want to go where they wanted to be led.

Men (people) are rarely aware of the real reasons which motivate their actions.

Look for a situation in which your work will give you as much happiness as your spare time.

Any person or organization depends ultimately on public approval, and is therefore faced with the problem of engineering the public's consent to a program or goal.

The great enemy of any attempt to change men's habits is inertia. Civilization is limited by intertia.

The best defense against propaganda: more propaganda.

Those who make the worst use of their time are the first to complain of its brevity.

...but one can't be irredeemable who shows reverence for books.

My body is a holy temple.

Part of what makes us human is what we mean to other people, and what people mean to us. I miss meaning something to someone, having that part of being human.

Julie Seagle: I would never in a million years go skydiving.Finn is God: What if I took you?

I believe in New Yorkers. Whether they've ever questioned the dream in which they live, I wouldn't know, because I won't ever dare ask that question.

Unless you're living in your truth, you're slowly killing yourself.

It is wonderful what miracles God works in wills that are utterly surrendered to Him.

I was too busy doing my job and living my life to spend time keeping notes for some future volume of memoirs.

Some hate broccoli, some hate bacon I hate having my picture taken. How can your family claim to love you And then demand a picture of you?