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

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.

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.

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

If you give up on your dreams, what’s left?

Taught from infancy that beauty is woman’s sculpture the mind shapes itself to the body and roaming round its gilt cage, only seeks to adorn its prison.

There may be more beautiful times, but this one is ours.

In all judgements by which we describe anything as beautiful, we allow no one to be of another opinion.

Believe nothing of me except that I felt your beauty more closely than my own.

For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach.

We are God’s gift to each other. Like a master composer, He brings all the instruments together, each with a different tone, each playing a different part, and He makes it turn out so beautifully.

It’s sort of like my past is an unfinished painting, and as the artist of that painting, I must fill in all the ugly holes and make it beautiful again.

Beauty is a manifestation of secret natural laws, which otherwise would have been hidden from us forever.