I'm treading the backward path. Mostly, I just waste my time.
Through pride we are ever deceiving ourselves. But deep down below the surface of the average conscience a still, small voice says to us, something is out of tune.
I was very young. I thought I knew a lot and I really didn't. I trusted the wrong people.
We should never rush into folly just because other nations are practicing it.
One goes to the right, the other to the left; both are wrong, but in different directions.
One wanders to the left, another to the right. Both are equally in error, but, are seduced by different delusions.
We choose our leaders, political or spiritual, out of our own confusion, and so they also are confused.
I'm not sure the public knows what it wants.
We never really know what stupidity is until we have experimented on ourselves.
I wasted time writing films. I don't look back on those years as lost, but it wasn't what I should have been doing.
Vices are simply the errors which a man makes in his search after his own happiness. Unlike crimes, they imply no malice toward others, and no interference with their persons or property.
It is my fate and perhaps my temperament to sign agreements with fools.
She has good instincts, but wrong judgments. She'll rue the day.
Intelligence minus purpose equals stupidity.
I think we've all been misled, at moments in our lives, certainly in school situations, and things like that, with getting with the wrong group briefly, or falling in with someone who we learn the truth about and no longer want to really be with.
Our will is always for our own good, but we do not always see what that is; the people is never corrupted, but it is often deceived, and on such occasions only does it seem to will what is bad.
Look at those they call unfortunate and at a closer view, you'll find many of them are unwise.
I don't know what idiocies drove me in those days, but they were naive, innocent idiocies in many ways.
It is one of the tragedies of the half-educated that they develop late, when they are already committed to some wrong way of life.
If you choose the wrong questions and you proceed, you still get a result, but it's not interesting.
Do not look where you fell, but where you slipped.
Sometimes you get caught up living something that's not true. The people around you, the people you're involved with, are not the right people.
I was in too much haste, and now have no time left. I traded all the sunlight and the cities and the distant lands for a handful of power, for a shadow, for the dark.
How many people does each of us know who claim to seek happiness but freely choose paths inevitably leading to misery?
