Quotes About Introspection

To every man it is decreed: Thou shalt live alone. Happy they who imagine that they have escaped the common lot; happy, whilst they imagine it.

Every man's censure is first moulded in his own nature.

I find myself both as man and as myself something more determined and distinctive, at pitch, more distinctive and higher pitched than anything else I see.

I always knew in my heart Walt Whitman's mind to be more like my own than any other man's living.

Some men never feel small, but these are the few men who are.

The sane man knows that he has a touch of the beast, a touch of the devil, a touch of the saint, a touch of the citizen. Nay, the really sane man knows that he has a touch of the madman.

We ought to be interested in that darkest and most real part of a man in which dwell not the vices that he does not display, but the virtues that he cannot.

And it is always the humble man who talks too much; the proud man watches himself too closely.

if a man would make his world large, he must be always making himself small.

If a man does not talk to himself, it is because he is not worth talking to.

We talk of wild animals, but the wildest animal is man.

Any man who barely sustains an armistice with himself has no business poking around in an alien soul.

I'm at a point in my life where I have three kids. I'm a father, and you start to take stock and measure yourself as a man and see where there's room for growth.

The path to the inwardly enriched life is not hidden from the man or woman who longs to walk upon it.

I've not often been a man of many words. I've never considered myself to be overly articulate. I do feel more comfortable acting something out than I do explaining something or whatever.

To enter into the hearts of men belongs to him who can explore the human heart.

Do I think I'm a holy man? Sometimes.

'Tis solitude should teach us how to die; It hath no flatterers; vanity can give, No hollow aid; alone - man with God must strive.

But 'midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless.

From the solitude of the wood, (Man) has passed to the more dreadful solitude of the heart.

Look at a man in the midst of doubt & danger and you will learn in his hour of adversity what he really is.

When a man wants to make up with his Maker, he does not consult a third party.

A man who has broken with his past feels a different man. He will not feel it a shame to confess his past wrongs, for the simple reason that these wrongs do not touch him at all.

A man who broods on evil is as bad a man who does evil, if he is no worse.