Our intonations contain our philosophy of life, what each of us is constantly telling himself about things.
What a wee little part of a person's life are his acts and his words! His real life is led in his head, and is known to none but himself.
He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy; But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternity's sun rise.
There is a law that man should love his neighbor as himself. In a few hundred years it should be as natural to mankind as breathing or the upright gait; but if he does not learn it he must perish.
Love is that splendid triggering of human vitality the supreme activity which nature affords anyone for going out of himself toward someone else.
It's been written that a lover is apt to be as full of secrets from himself as is the object of his love from him.
The one who believes himself to be a person needs to try to find that person. This is a solution, an antidote, offered to a ghost that thinks it actually exists.
Someone who hates one group will end up hating everyone - and, ultimately, hating himself or herself.
Having no resources within himself, he was compelled to be the copyist of many, and being such, he was forever the victim of inconsistency;
The principal task of a conductor is not to put himself in evidence but to disappear behind his functions as much as possible. We are pilots, not servants.
He who says there is no such thing as an honest man, you may be sure is himself a knave.
A mans life is interesting primarily when he has failed. I well know. For its a sign that he tried to surpass himself.
All animals understand love and affection, but only man shows the propensity to place himself into the shoes of another life form
Freud was not entirely honest with himself when he said, “Being entirely honest with oneself is a good exercise".
Joy is a subtle elf; I think one's happiest when he forgets himself.
The man who does evil to another does evil to himself, and the evil counsel is most evil for him who counsels it.
A truly free man is not free 'from' anything, nor free 'to' anything, he is just free. Free within himself.
No writer need feel sorry for himself if he writes and enjoys it, even if he doesn't get paid.
No writer need feel sorry for himself if he writes and enjoys the writing, even if he doesn’t get paid for it.
Each time a man looks into your eyes, he is only searching to find himself; for he knows already, that he is part of you
I foresee that man will resign himself each day to new abominations, and soon that only bandits and soldiers will be left.
