A genuinely fundamental and hopeful improvement in "systems" cannot happen without a significant shift in human consciousness.

It is not enough to stare up the steps, we must step up the stairs.

Follow the man who seeks the truth; run from the man who has found it.

Modern man must descend the spiral of his own absurdity to the lowest point; only then can he look beyond it. It is obviously impossible to get around it, jump over it, or simply avoid it.

Nothing is more powerful than individuals acting out of their own conscience.

Work for something because it is good, not just because it stands a chance to succeed.

Without commonly shared and widely entrenched moral values and obligations, neither the law, nor democratic government, nor even the market economy will function properly.

Hope is definitely not the same thing as optimism. It is not the conviction that something will turn out well, but the certainty that something makes sense, regardless of how it turns out.

This is a confusing and uncertain period, when a thousand wise words can go completely unnoticed, and one thoughtless word can provoke an utterly nonsensical furor.

We must not be afraid of dreaming the seemingly impossible if we want the seemingly impossible to become a reality.

There are times when we must sink to the bottom of our misery to understand truth, just as we must descend to the bottom of a well to see the stars in broad daylight.

Each one of you carries the potential to blossom like flowers. When you blossom, petals of your mind open and the fragrance spread far and near.

I'd rather be pleasantly surprised than fatally disappointed.

I love that magazine, man - Victoria's Secret - and it comes, like, every three hours.

Steroids build your muscles, but they don't build your tendons or ligaments.

And no photographs taken with the aid of flashlight either, if only out of respect of the actual light—even when there isn't any of it.

Good colour really means good taste; and 'powerful' colour means a reserve, to give a climax its full force, and not 'red, white, and blue all over.

Between God and love, I recognize no mediator but my conscience.

i'm alternatingly brilliant and witless-and sleepless: bed is just a swamp to roll in.

I'm anti-making new laws. I feel like assault is already against the law.

Dreams, dreams. I walk them; I live them. I delude myself with them. It's a wonder I can spot reality anymore.