Actions are destiny's pen.

It is often better to have a great deal of harm happen to one than a little; a great deal may rouse you to remove what a little will only accustom you to endure.

The habit of being uniformly considerate toward others will bring to you increased happiness.

The good thoughts you send out to others will return to you multiplied.

Every good thought you think is contributing its share to the ultimate result of your life.

Let your intentions be good - embodied in good thoughts, cheerful words, and unselfish deeds - and the world will be to you a bright and happy place in which to work and play and serve

Make the most of today. Translate your good intentions into actual deeds.

There is honor in labor. Work is the medicine of the soul. It is more: it is your very life, without which you would amount to little.

Periods of wholesome laziness, after days of energetic effort, will wonderfully tone up the mind and body.

There are many fine things which you mean to do some day, under what you think will be more favorable circumstances. But the only time that is yours is the present.

Keep a definite goal of achievement constantly in view. Realize that work well and worthily done makes life truly worth living.

There is no abstract art. You must always start with something. Afterward you can remove all traces of reality.

You will never reach the stars without courage to lose sight of the ground.

The writer, when he is also an artist, is someone who admits what others don't dare reveal.

Even a chameleon needs the proper amount of suction.

Singing into a microphone and learning to play an instrument and learning to do your craft, that's the most important thing for people to do.

You take romance - I'll take Jell-O.

Art is a jealous thing; it requires the whole and entire man.

If we will only allow that, as we progress, we remain unsure, we will leave opportunities for alternatives.

Home should be a haven of love. Honor, courtesy, and respect symbolize love and characterize the righteous family.

But the gray and the cold are haunted by a beauty akin to pain, by a sense of a something wanted that never will come again.