Consciousness and Self-Knowledge

You are about as happy as you make up your mind to be.

The easy confidence with which I know another man's religion is folly teaches me to suspect that my own is also.

Life does not consist mainly, or even largely, of facts and happenings. It consists mainly of the storm of thought that is forever flowing through one's head.

The worst loneliness is not to be comfortable with yourself.

What a wee little part of a person's life are his acts and his words! His real life is led in his head, and is known to none but himself.

Love heightens all senses - except the common.

If you can't stand solitude, perhaps others find you boring as well.

We are strange beings, we seem to go free, but we go in chains - chains of training, custom, convention, association, environment - in a word, Circumstance, and against these bonds the strongest of us struggle in vain.

When we remember we are all mad, the mysteries disappear and life stands explained.

Stripping away the irrational, the illogical, and the impossible, I am left with atheism. I can live with that.

Everyone is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody .

We are all ignorant; just about different things.

An open mind leaves a chance for someone to drop a worthwhile thought in it.

A man's character may be learned from the adjectives which he habitually uses in conversation.

We all have forests on our minds. Forests unexplored, unending. Each one of us gets lost in the forest, every night, alone.

The source of all light is in the eye

There was a young man who said though, it seems that I know that I know, but what I would like to see is the I that knows me when I know that I know that I know.

I find that the sensation of myself as an ego inside a bag of skin is really a hallucination.

To see that your life is a story while you're in the middle of living it may be a help to living it well.

Just as true humor is laughter at oneself, true humanity is Knowledge of oneself..

But my dear man, reality is only a Rorschach ink-blot, you know.

If, then, my awareness of the past and future makes me less aware of the present, I must begin to wonder whether I am actually living in the real world.

When action grows unprofitable, gather information; when information grows unprofitable, sleep.

Those who travel outward seek completeness in things; those who gaze inward find sufficiency in themselves.