I am no longer sure of anything. If I satiate my desires, I sin but I deliver myself from them; if I refuse to satisfy them, they infect the whole soul.
I distrust those people who know so well what God wants them to do, because I notice it always coincides with their own desires.
Men govern nothing with more difficulty than their tongues, and can moderate their desires more than their words.
Those who speak of our culture as dead or dying have a quarrel with life, and I think they cannot understand its terms, but must endlessly repeat the projection of their own desires.
I’m also a great believer in the dream life; that while we’re asleep, a deep subconscious connection is made about our profoundest fears, hopes, loves, losses, dreads and desires.
A short cut to riches is to subtract from our desires.
He who desires to worship God must harbor no childish illusions about the matter but bravely renounce his liberty and humanity.
Whatever my individual desires were to be free, I was not alone. There were many others who felt the same way.
I prefer to be a dreamer among the humblest, with visions to be realized, than lord among those without dreams and desires.
Our visions begin with our desires.