“The real power is in the hands of small groups of people and I don’t think they have titles.”

I’ve never been able to understand the seriousness of it all, the seriousness of pride. People talk, act, live as if they’re never going to die. And what do they leave behind? Nothing. Nothing but a mask.

All the truth in the world adds up to one big lie.

If you want to keep your memories, you first have to live them.

Steal a little and they throw you in jail Steal a lot and they make you king.

It’s not important what other people call you. If you yourself know you’re a fake, that’s tougher to live with.

All I can do is be me, whoever that is.

I’ll remember you. When I’ve forgotten all the rest.You to me were true. You to me were the best.

Take care of all your memories. For you cannot relive them.

I was born a long way from where I belong and I am on my way home.

Everything passes, Everything changes, Just do what you think you should do.

One should never be where one does not belong.

You can always come back, but you can’t come back all the way.

All this talk about equality. The only thing people really have in common is that they are all going to die.

Technology to wipe out truth is now available. Not everybody can afford it but it’s available. When the cost comes down, look out!

I change during the course of a day. I wake and I’m one person, and when I go to sleep I know for certain I’m somebody else.

Sometimes you just have to bite your upper lip and put sunglasses on.

A girl who truly knows herself is a girl that everybody else wants to know.

People think they know you. They know the things about you that you have forgotten.

There is giant untapped potential in disagreement, especially if the disagreement is between two or more thoughtful people.

When you treat people with massive respect and kindness, amazing to me how they return your respect and kindness 100X even though you expected zero in return.

Don’t play games that you don’t understand, even if you see lots of other people making money from them.

I thought a time would come when people would rout me out of Ars with sticks, when the Bishop would suspend me, and I should end my days in prison. I see, however, that I am not worthy of such a grace.

The larger picture is really to swing people’s awareness of what really is moral.

Sufferings gladly borne for others convert more people than sermons.