Quotes About Self

I'm looking for the face I had, before the world was made...

My surface is myself. Under which to witness, youth is buried. Roots? Everybody has roots.

The mind, in proportion as it is cut off from free communication with nature, with revelation, with God, with itself, loses its life, just as the body droops when debarred from the air and the cheering light from heaven.

Too much of me was lost in the vision of what somebody else wanted me to be.

Walt Whitman was not the first to observe that we are all naked under our clothes, but he was one of the greatest, if not the first, to preach a gospel of nudity.

I am you might say, chemically altered.

No one should part with their individuality and become that of another.

Undoubtedly a man is to labor to better his condition, but first to better himself.

Then all meaning was in the group . . . today . . . all is in the individual.

Magicians are not made, they make themselves.

He seemed to be drawing inward toward some point at which he would be reduced to the fundamental essence of himself.

We have sealed ourselves away behind our money, growing inward, generating a seamless universe of self.

We have peace with God as soon as we believe, but not always with ourselves. The pardon may be past the prince's hand and seal, and yet not put into the prisoner's hand.

All that could happen was alone with me and I was alone with it.

I Think, Therefore, You Are

In the end, it comes down, as it always comes down, to each individual human being doing what he—or she—must to live with himself/herself.

Poetry is the universal language which the heart holds with nature and itself. He who has a contempt for poetry, cannot have much respect for himself, or for anything else.

The love of liberty is the love of others; the love of power is the love of ourselves.

Persons without education certainly do not want [lack] either acuteness or strength of mind in what concerns themselves, or in things immediately within their observation; but they have no power of abstraction--they see their objects always near, never in the horizon.

He who has a contempt for poetry cannot have much respect for himself or for anything else.

In going back we must take our present selves with us: the mind has taken a different colour, and this is thrown back upon our past.

To think wishfully, to rest in comforting illusion when scientific truth is conceivably within reach, is to desecrate both one's self and the universe.

Never mind what others do do better than yourself, beat your own record from day to day, and you are a success.

There is but one cause of human failure. And that is man's lack of faith in his true Self.