No one but myself can be blamed for my fall. I have been my own greatest enemy-the cause of my own disastrous fate.
When I first became recognizable from appearing on television, I abused my notoriety as much as I possibly could, at the expense of both my health and personal relationships.
We are our own devils; we drive ourselves out of our Edens.
Sometimes women are so great and powerful, but then they surrender to these vain things. They kind of fall for it.
A cunning man overreaches no one half as much as himself.
I count him lost, who is lost to shame.
Don't they always go from bad to worse? There's no turning back--your old self rejects you, and shuts you out. ~Lilly Bart
No one ever became thoroughly bad in one step.
When we weren't being transcendent we specialized in self-inflicted disaster.
Self importance is man's greatest enemy.
Nobody destroys people - people destroy themselves, and it's very, very sad.
In the end, I worry that my arrogance shall destroy us all.
Man is his own worst enemy. [Lat., Nihil inimicius quam sibi ipse.]
Somewhere my dad gave up. He was really so successful at his level that after a point he could not handle failure.
He who has once taken to drink can seldom be said to be guilty of one sin only.
Nobody abuses us more than we abuse ourselves.
The tragedy in sports is seeing a team beaten not by a better team, but by themselves.
She used to be a teacher but she has no class now.
I had it all and blew it.
Three things ruin a man: power, money, and women. I never wanted power. I never had any money, and the only woman in my life is up at the house right now.
The men were all scumbags, but the whole point of the film is to show the development of that. Each guy is going in there to have a good time. By and large, these men are career men, family men, and you just see the deterioration of them.
Endless are the instances of men of bright parts and high spirit having been, by degrees, rendered powerless and despicable by their imaginary wants.
A horrid alcoholic explosion scatters all my good intentions like bits of limbs and clothes over the doorsteps and into the saloon bars of the tawdriest pubs.
What happens when your world ends? Your lover steals your heart...and your father casts you out...and you fall.
Dr. Calder [a Unitarian minister] said of Dr. [Samuel] Johnson on the publications of Boswell and Mrs. Piozzi, that he was like Actaeon, torn to pieces by his own pack.
