“The purpose of art is to bring people into presence.”

This is the voice of your ego. If you listen to it, there will always be someone who seems to be doing better than you.

This is the voice of your ego. If you listen to it, there will always be someone who seems to be doing better than you.

So many of us choose our path out of fear disguised as practicality.

I absolutely want to have a career where you make’em laugh and make’em cry. It’s all theater.

I don’t hate you for loving you. I just hate my heart for choosing someone like you.

I wished people could realize all of their dreams of wealth and fame so they could see that it’s not where you’ll find your sense of completion.

Desperation is a necessary ingredient to learning anything, or creating anything. Period. If you ain’t desperate at some point, you ain’t interesting.

One man’s toxic waste is another man’s potpourri.

Maybe other people will try to limit me but I don’t limit myself.

Morgan Freeman is so class. He’s so cool. He’s so scary.

Fear is going to be a player in your life, but you get to decide how much.

You are ready and able to do beautiful things in this world.

I want to be the greatest actor that ever lived, frankly. I’d love that. But I don’t need to be. I just want to be here. That’s it.

I feel that we’re all lighthouses, and my job is to shine my light as brightly as I can to the darkness.

Either you’re the one erasing or you’re the one being erased.

The peace that we’re after lies somewhere beyond personality, beyond the perception of others, beyond invention and disguise, even beyond effort itself.

Giving comfort under affliction requires that penetration into the human mind, joined to that experience which knows how to soothe, how to reason, and how to ridicule; taking the utmost care never to apply those arts improperly.

History repeats itself, but the special call of an art which has passed away is never reproduced. It is as utterly gone out of the world as the song of a destroyed wild bird.

In the waking dreams our societies permit, in our myths, our arts, our songs, we celebrate the nonbelongers, the different ones, the outlaws, the freaks.

It is my belief no man ever understands quite his own artful dodges to escape from the grim shadow of self knowledge.

Imagination, not invention, is the supreme master of art as of life.

Almost all crime is due to the repressed desire for aesthetic expression.

Tear me open and I will bleed in your name. My heart aches from your absence, but in the aching and breaking is where my art is born.

Good manners is the art of making those people easy with whom we converse. Whoever makes the fewest people uneasy is the best bred in the room.