Alexander Smith Quotes

I don't find myself intriguing.

The portrait I do best is of the person I know best.

I've been living with myself all of my life, so I know all of me. So when I watch me, all I see is me. It's boring.

I'm not what I make.

We're not the best about knowing what's the most interesting about ourselves.

I don't think anyone really knows me.

There's only one person who knows me - and that's me.

To every man in the world there is one person of whom he knows little: whom he would never recognize if he met him walking down the street, whose motives are a mystery to him. That is himself.

How can anyone see straight when he does not see himself and the darkness he unconsciously carries with him into all his dealings?

But no man's a hero to himself. I've lived with me a lifetime. I know everything worth knowing about myself--" ~Something Wicked This Way Comes

at this point I meet Me face to face. I am Mary MacLane: of no importance to the wide bright world and dearly and damnably important to Me.

Don't get confused with what people say you are, with who you know you are.

To know yourself you have only to set down a true statement of those that ever loved or hated you.

But what do I have? The things I'm told and the things I tell, that's all. And as far as I know, that never yet made anyone fly.

A man may call to mind the face of his friend, but not his own. Here, then, is an initial difficulty in the way of applying the maxim, Know Thyself.

If a man really knew himself he would utterly despise the ignorant notions others might form on a subject in which he had such matchless opportunities for observation.

We must remember that knowledge of one’s own deep nature is also simultaneously knowledge of human nature in general.

Every one is least known to himself, and it is very difficult for a man to know himself.

If I could know me, I could know the universe.

The most common ego identifications have to do with possessions, the work you do, social status and recognition, knowledge and education, physical appearance, special abilities, relationships, person and family history, belief systems, and often nationalistic, racial, religious, and other collective identifications. None of these is you.

And in this curious state I had the realization, at the moment of seeing that stranger there, that I was a person like everybody else. That I was known by my actions and words, that my internal universe was unavailable for inspection by others. They didn't know. They didn't know, because I never told them.

Look in the mirror. The face that pins you with its double gaze reveals a chastening secret.

My personality doesn't interest me.

Everybody is a hero in their own story if you just look.

I've read a lot of different versions of myself - and all of them are true because it's all opinion, and they're as accurate as it can ever be. But I don't think that I've been deft at hiding parts of my personality.