To say "I love you" one must know first how to say the "I".
Trust me. I’m a genius.
Each morning when I awake, I experience again a supreme pleasure: that of being Salvador Dali.
The first half of life is devoted to forming a healthy ego, the second half is going inward and letting go of it.
Bless people when they revile you. Think how much good they are doing by helping to stamp out the false ego.
It’s not your job to like me – it’s mine.
Humility is born of the spirit, humiliation of the ego.
The ego is nothing other than the focus of conscious attention.
Love is not self-sacrifice, but the most profound assertion of your own needs and values. It is for your own happiness that you need the person you love, and that is the greatest compliment, the greatest tribute you can pay to that person.
A man’s ego is the fountainhead of human progress.
This god, this one word: I.
The Ego’s job is to kill everything but itself.
“Baby,” I said, “I’m a genius but nobody knows it but me.”
You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You’re the same decaying organic matter as everything else.
Always keep your ego in check and not be afraid to listen. Listening is a great art form.
The Ego, however, is not who you really are. The ego is your self-image; it is your social mask; it is the role you are playing. Your social mask thrives on approval. It wants control, and it is sustained by power, because it lives in fear.