Always prefer to be like Gold, so ductile as willing to be pulled to the limits, so malleable as the more you get beaten the more you get decorative.

Each one of us can aspire to be on TOP simply by keeping a strict focus on Time, Objectivity and Prioritising. As simple as that!

Each one of us has hated his or her parents at some point in early life … how quickly we turn around our feelings determines our extent of success.

Focus on exploring your intrinsic strengths, so as not to loose out on the virtues of life.

People blame their failures on past birth, destiny, surroundings, and rarely to self in the order of their evolved mental state. The converse is rather more true for the successful people.

If I was to sum up over three decades of togetherness with my better-half in one word, the only one that comes to my mind is ‘fulfilment’!

Cannot put a finger on what precedes the other, bachelor/spinsterhood or self-obsession.

Only and only handwork can get you to the front benches, where you get noticed by the God.

Life is all about making choices, as in a game of chess. The moves from other side are predetermined against every move of yours. But with each move, you shift your destiny for better or worse.

Great news is that time is constant and anyone can catch it anytime, but the worst news is that time is transient, and it will not be available to you the next time.

One thing you cannot avoid ever in life, and that is time.

Your ideas about possession must increase until you get to a state of full possession of the land, city and nation

You look at any culture, and prohibition has invariably been an unmitigated failure. It is just idiotic to criminalise any substance, I think.

The wrong side of the tracks is livelier.

No woman will get into the celestial kingdom, except her husband receives her, if she is worthy to have a husband; and if not, somebody will receive her as a servant.

Despair is a cavern beneath our feet and we teeter on its very brink.

Celebrate your people's success, not your own.

What happens when you let an unsatisfactory present go on long enough? It becomes your entire history.

Every pastor I talk to says, and particularly if they're African American they'll say, "I'm not black enough for African Americans. I'm not white enough for the whites. I'm not Hispanic enough."

The first chapter sells the book; the last chapter sells the next book.

Being articulate, my parents could make anything sound reasonable.