Suppose you could gain everything in the whole world, and lost your soul. Was it worth it?

I’m not sure if it’s good to have freedom or not. I’m really confused now.

As you think, so shall you become.

Depend upon it that if a man talks of his misfortunes there is something in them that is not disagreeable to him; for where there is nothing but pure misery there never is any recourse to the mention of it.

Sorry, I’m still a dialectical materialist.

The universe is not required to be in perfect harmony with human ambition.

I’m just wanting to make the proper breakfast and keep the house. That’s my passion. At the request of my kids, I’m taking cooking classes. As I go to sleep at night, I think, ‚Did I do a great job as a mom, or was that an average day?‘

If we examine our thoughts, we shall find them always occupied with the past and the future.

I walk every day, and I look at the mountains and the fields and the small city, and I say: ‚Oh my God, what a blessing.‘ Then you realise it’s important to put it in a context beyond this woman, this man, this city, this country, this universe.

In golf, the player, coach and official are rolled into one, and they overlap completely. Golf really is the best microcosm of life – or at least the way life should be.

We can never obtain peace in the outer world until we make peace with ourselves.

Every one suspects himself of at least one of the cardinal virtues.

I do think there must be some kind of interaction between your living life and the life that goes on from here.

The value of beauty and inspiration is very much underrated, no question. But I want to be clear: I’m not trying to be anyone’s savior. I’m just trying to think about the future and not be sad.

Everybody has done something that we wish we didn’t say or do and wish we could take it back.

But your questions, which are unanswerable without exception, all spring from the same erroneous thinking.

If the whole universe has no meaning, we should never have found out that it has no meaning: just as, if there were no light in the universe and therefore no creatures with eyes, we should never know it was dark. Dark would be without meaning.

Philosophers have not kept up with modern developments in science. Particularly physics.

If you must tell me your opinions, tell me what you believe in. I have plenty of doubts of my own.

Some Christians feel guilty when they are doing something that isn’t ‚spiritual.‘ Somehow or another, they feel the need to hurry through the grocery store, dash through the house cleaning, and rush through all the daily aspects of life that seem irrelevant to their faith.

The optimist thinks this is the best of all possible worlds. The pessimist fears it is true.

A man’s manners are a mirror in which he shows his portrait.

So let’s be honest with ourselves and not take ourselves too serious, and never condemn the other fellow for doing what we are doing every day, only in a different way.

When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the universe.

The most basic question is not what is best, but who shall decide what is best.

The free world must not prove itself worthy of its own past.

He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster. Is not life a hundred times too short for us to bore ourselves?

I don’t really get nervous that much, or if I do, only I know. It’s all inside me. I am good at hiding everything.

Happiness is not an ideal of reason, but of imagination.

There’s not a note of mine that’s worth the noting.

O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world!

Dying is one of the few things that can be done as easily lying down.

It is often said that before you die your life passes before your eyes. It is in fact true. It’s called living.

Man’s true nature being lost, everything becomes his nature; as, his true good being lost, everything becomes his good.

I am no longer sure of anything. If I satiate my desires, I sin but I deliver myself from them; if I refuse to satisfy them, they infect the whole soul.

It is not fair to ask of others what you are not willing to do yourself.

We only have to look at ourselves to see how intelligent life might develop into something we wouldn’t want to meet.

It has always been a mystery to me how men can feel themselves honoured by the humiliation of their fellow beings.

My heroes don’t have anything special. They have something to tell other people but they don’t know how, so they talk to themselves.

Why are our days numbered and not, say, lettered?

Every man must do two things alone; he must do his own believing and his own dying.

Those who do not know how to live must make a merit of dying.

The existentialist says at once that man is anguish.

You’re just left with yourself all the time, whatever you do anyway. You’ve got to get down to your own God in your own temple. It’s all down to you, mate.

The superior man thinks always of virtue; the common man thinks of comfort.

You have your way. I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist.

It seems like a lot of people seek their peace in things. And most of us are not even satisfied with the things we have… we always want more.

I sometimes think that the price of liberty is not so much eternal vigilance as eternal dirt.

He who gives away shall have real gain. He who subdues himself shall be free; he shall cease to be a slave of passions. The righteous man casts off evil, and by rooting out lust, bitterness, and illusion do we reach Nirvana.

A man should be upright, not be kept upright.

Men’s ideas are the most direct emanations of their material state.

I’ve always felt quite singular, even as a child. That I must stay on track to keep my purpose.

Every increased possession loads us with a new weariness.

There is no such thing as part freedom.

When it comes to our everyday habits, it’s important to ask: ‚Am I putting God first?‘

Thoughts without content are empty, intuitions without concepts are blind.

The ideas I stand for are not mine. I borrowed them from Socrates. I swiped them from Chesterfield. I stole them from Jesus. And I put them in a book. If you don’t like their rules, whose would you use?

Pretension is a poor joke that you play on yourself. Snap out of it. Recognise your strengths, work on your weaknesses. Real achievement is liking what you see in the mirror every morning.

Necessity is not an established fact, but an interpretation.

There are in fact two things, science and opinion; the former begets knowledge, the latter ignorance.

I always entertain the notion that I’m wrong, or that I’ll have to revise my opinion. Most of the time that feels good; sometimes it really hurts and is embarrassing.