Quotes About Introspection

Men in great fortunes are strangers to themselves, and while they are in the puzzle of business, they have no time to tend their health either of body or mind.

To prejudge other men's notions before we have looked into them is not to show their darkness but to put out our own eyes.

The understanding, like the eye, whilst it makes us see and perceive all other things, takes no notice of itself: and it requires art and pains to set it at a distance and make it its own object.

I think love is serious. It's like an invention: sometimes it lies deep down inside you, great and quiet--and at other times it racks you and keeps you from sleeping.

If you are losing your leisure, look out; you may be losing your soul.

Don't tell your friends their social faults they will cure the fault and never forgive you.

The lusts and greeds of the body scandalize the Soul but it has to come to heel.

We grow with years more fragile in body, but morally stutter, and can throw off the chill of a bad conscience almost at once.

What pursuit is more elegant than that of collecting the ignominies of our nature and transfixing them for show, each on the bright pin of a polished phrase?

People say life is the thing, but I prefer reading.

We grow with years more fragile in body, but morally stouter, and can throw off the chill of a bad conscience almost at once.

There is none so troubled as one who thinks himself perfectly sane.

He knew that there was no quick comfort for emotions like those. They were deeper and they did not need to be told. They were felt.

If you desire a man to tell you comfortable lies about your prowess, and so fetter any hope of true excellence, I'm sure you may find one anywhere. Not all prisons are made of iron bars. Some are made of feather beds.

Check your assumptions. In fact, check your assumptions at the door.

You couldn't be that good and not know it, somewhere in your secret heart, however much you'd been abused into affecting public humility.

I realised then, sitting silent and alone in the wilderness, that it wasn't just the traffic, noise and pollution of the cities and highways that I'd found wearing, it was also the sensation of being constantly on display, even if the attention I attracted was almost always well-meaning. Iran is a country of, and for, extroverts,

Je suis un artiste, et mon Å"uvre, c'est Moi.

I try to cry, and can't, but even with dry eyes it's all so confusing.

En mon coeur idiot, l'idiotie chante à gorge déployée.

Désillusionnée avant l'âge, je dégueule sur la facticité des sentiments.

It's all in your head -- you just have no idea how big your head is.

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

In philosophy an individual is becoming himself.