The ruin of the human heart is self-interest, which the American merchant calls self-service. We have become a self-service populace, read more

The ruin of the human heart is self-interest, which the American merchant calls self-service. We have become a self-service populace, and all our specious comforts --the automatic elevator, the escalator, the cafeteria --are depriving us of volition and moral and physical energy.

As selfishness and complaint pervert the mind, so love with its joy clears and sharpens the vision.

As selfishness and complaint pervert the mind, so love with its joy clears and sharpens the vision.

No matter what our achievements might be, we think well of ourselves only in rare moments. We need people to read more

No matter what our achievements might be, we think well of ourselves only in rare moments. We need people to bear witness against our inner judge, who keeps book on our shortcomings and transgressions. We need people to convince us that we are not as bad as we think we are.

The conqueror and king in each one of us is the knower of truth. Let the knower awaken in us read more

The conqueror and king in each one of us is the knower of truth. Let the knower awaken in us and drive the horses of the mind, emotions, and physical body on the pathway which that king has chosen.

We have to look at our own inertia, insecurities, self-hate, fear that, in truth, we have nothing valuable to say. read more

We have to look at our own inertia, insecurities, self-hate, fear that, in truth, we have nothing valuable to say. When your writing blooms out of the back of this garbage compost, it is very stable. You are not running from anything. You can have a sense of artistic security. If you are not afraid of the voices inside you, you will not fear the critics outside you.

Where talent is a dwarf, self-esteem is a giant. - Conceits and Caprices.

Where talent is a dwarf, self-esteem is a giant. - Conceits and Caprices.

I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to read more

I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.

He who stops being better stops being good.

He who stops being better stops being good.

You have no idea how promising the world begins to look once you have decided to have it all for read more

You have no idea how promising the world begins to look once you have decided to have it all for yourself. And how much healthier your decisions are once they become entirely selfish.