“Never is a man wholly a saint or a sinner.”

Those who cannot think or take responsibility for themselves need, and clamor for, a leader.

You are only afraid if you are not in harmony with yourself. People are afraid because they have never owned up to themselves.

In every truth, the opposite is equally true. For example, a truth can only be expressed and enveloped in words if it is onesided.

The bird fights its way out of the egg. The egg is the world. Who would be born must first destroy a world. The bird flies to God. The God’s name is Abraxas.

The bourgeois prefers comfort to pleasure, convenience to liberty, and a pleasant temperature to the deathly inner consuming fire.

Passion is always a mystery and unaccountable, and unfortunately there is no doubt that life does not spare its purest children; often it is just the most deserving people who cannot help loving those that destroy them.

Madness, in a higher sense, is the beginning of all wisdom.

There is no reality except the one contained within us. That is why so many people live such an unreal life. They take the images outside them for reality and never allow the world within to assert itself.

The river is everywhere.

Any attempt to replace a personal conscience by a collective conscience does violence to the individual and is the first step toward totalitarianism.

Everything becomes a little different as soon as it is spoken out loud.

He had loved and he had found himself. Most people love to lose themselves.

And all the voices, all the goals, all the yearnings, all the sorrows, all the pleasures, all the good and evil, all of them together was the world. All of them together was the stream of events, the music of life.

Happiness is love, nothing else. A man who is capable of love is happy.

The deity is within you, not in ideas and books. Truth is lived, not taught.

The truth has a million faces, but there is only one truth.

Men in general are quick to believe that which they wish to be true.

Men willingly believe what they wish.

All men have the capacity of knowing themselves and acting with moderation.

There are three kinds of men. The one that learns by reading. The few who learn by observation. The rest of them have to pee on the electric fence for themselves.

What are men? Mortal gods. What are gods? Immortal men.

Great men have great dogs.

All the men I fall for seem to have a commitment problem.

Men at some time are masters of their fates.