The genius of Man in our time has gone into jet-propulsion, atom-splitting, penicillin-curing, etc. There is none left over for works of imagination; of spiritual insight or mystical enlightenment.

Change is as inexorable as time, yet nothing meets with more resistance.

He who influences the thought of his times influences the times that follow.

At any moment in time, our reality is based on whatever we focus on.

Your mind can only hold one thought at a time. Make it a positive and constructive one.

If only I can be myself, I'll be satisfied.

That's all right with me, I like changes.

how different we were back then; we don't even recognize ourselves from that period.

Anyone who's so petty and pedantic at the age of fifty-four was born that way and is never going to change.

Alone I had to face the difficult task of changing myself, to stop the everlasting reproaches, which were so oppressive and which reduced me to such terrible despondency.

Everyone thinks I'm showing off when I talk, ridiculous when I'm silent, insolent when I answer, cunning when I have a good idea, lazy when I'm tired, selfish when I eat one bite more than I should, stupid, cowardly, calculating, etc., etc. All day long I hear nothing but what an exasperating child I am, and although I laugh it off and pretend not to mind, I do mind. I wish I could ask God to give me another personality, one that doesn't antagonize everyone.

Never compare your insides to everyone else's outsides.