That which you do not bring to consciousness comes to you as your Fate, that which you do bring to consciousness, whether it was what you thought you wanted or not, is your destiny.

Thinking is difficult, that’s why most people judge.

Life really does begin at forty. Up until then, you are just doing research.

To be normal is the ultimate aim of the unsuccessful.

Do not compare, do not measure. No other way is like yours. All other ways deceive and tempt you. You must fulfill the way that is in you.

The world will ask you who you are, and if you don't know, the world will tell you.

The difference between a good life and a bad life is how well you walk through the fire

If our religion is based on salvation, our chief emotions will be fear and trembling. If our religion is based on wonder, our chief emotion will be gratitude.

We are not what happened to us, we are what we wish to become.

Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.

The first half of life is devoted to forming a healthy ego, the second half is going inward and letting go of it.

Turn off the light to enter into the darkness and enlighten the world with the lights of your being.

The more you concentrate on what you discover that you will be good for you to pursue, the more experienced you will be while doing it.

The sun was a toddler insistently refusing to go to bed.

The easy answer is to say that it's a part for black people to see black heroes, but to me it's important to young Mexican kids to see a black hero.

It's certainly difficult to balance marketing a film and putting it out there to everybody with wanting to keep it fresh for the audience.

To be a person who sees a political ad on television and takes the statements in it as fact, how can you exist in this world? How is it you're not robbed daily by charlatans who knock at your door?

There's times to be dainty and times to be a pig.

If I were dictator, I'd have a catch-all crime of disrespect.

I pre-screen restaurants because my objective is to never have a bad meal, and I get pretty close to that.

Never are voices so beautiful as on a winter's evening, when dusk almost hides the body, and they seem to issue from nothingness with a note of intimacy seldom heard by day.