How often I found where I should be going only by setting out for somewhere else.

I think about the meaning of pain. Pain is personal. It really belongs to the one feeling it. Probably the only thing that is your own. I like mine.

Drop the idea of becoming someone, because you are already a masterpiece. You cannot be improved. You have only to come to it, to know it, to realize it.

In moments of great grief, that’s where you look and immerse yourself. You realise you are not immortal, you are not a god, you are part of the natural world and you come to accept that.

Life's battles don't always go to the stronger or faster man. But sooner or later, the man who wins is the man who thinks he can.

All truth passes through three stages. First, it is ridiculed. Second, it is violently opposed. Third, it is accepted as being self-evident.

The more skilled you are at something, the worse you are at it when showing someone.

Promises are like crying babies in a theater, they should be carried out at once.

You don't want to lose your old friend - the misery - You have invested too much into false - Hence the fear to be exposed -to be true - to be naked as you are.

It's not a question of learning much.On the contrary.It's a question of UNLEARNING much.

Early to bed and early to rise, Makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise.

Resist much. Obey little.

There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self.

There's no sense in being precise when you don't even know what you're talking about.

Do your little bit of good where you are; it's those little bits of good put together that overwhelm the world.

Beer: The cause of, and solution to, all of life's problems.

Peace is not an absence of war, it is a virtue, a state of mind, a disposition for benevolence, confidence, justice.

This is something basic to be understood: the ego must come to a peak, it must be strong, it must have attained an integrity only then can you dissolve it.

Unfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by. The past increases, the future recedes. Possibilities decreasing, regrets mounting.

It is tact that is golden, not silence.

I think, therefore I am.