In leaving Hollywood and coming to New York, I feel I can be more myself. After all, if I can't be myself, what's the good of being anything at all?

Your own self is your master; who else could be? With yourself well controlled, you gain a master very hard to find.

I've found time can heal most anything and you just might find who you're supposed to be.

I do not know what I may appear to the world, but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the seashore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.

You yourselves are the Being you are seeking.

Oneself, indeed, is one's own protector. One does, indeed [make] one's own destiny. Therefore, control yourself as a merchant does a fine horse.