Cousin, the days of gods and heroes are over." "Not to me. Not to them.

Go tell the Spartans, stranger passing by, that here obedient to their laws we lie.

Rule of thumb: The more important a call or action is to our soul's evolution, the Resistance we will feel toward pursuing it.

Don't cheat the world of your contribution. Give it what you've got.

Never forget: This very moment, we can change our lives. There never was a moment, and never will be, when we are without the power to alter our destiny.

The essence of professionalism is the focus upon the work and its demands, while we are doing it, to the exclusion of all else.

The most important thing about art is to work. Nothing else matters except sitting down every day and trying.

We come into this world with a specific, personal destiny. We have a job to do, a calling to enact, a self to become. We are who we are from the cradle, and we're stuck with it.

A horse must be a bit mad to be a good cavalry mount, and its rider must be completely so.

Most of us have two lives. The life we live, and the unlived life within us. Between the two stands Resistance.

The more scared we are of a work or calling, the more sure we can be that we have to do it.

You can’t change the world if you don’t know the principles of God

I enjoy self-publishing & sending publishers rejection letters. They're like, 'Who is this guy?' And I'm like, 'the end of your industry.

These are the times for which we were born.

I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind.

As human beings, we are the genetic elite, the sentient, contemplating and innovating sum of countless genetic accidents and transcription errors.

A closed mouth doesn't get fed.

I'm in a happy place. I'm very at peace with who I am and what I'm doing and the people around me, so I think I'm probably most ambitious at where I am.

What does Sunday, the day of the Lord, mean for us? It is a day for rest and for family, but first of all a day for Him.

The polynomial xn−1 is a force of nature.

Land where my fathers died, Land of the pilgrims' pride, From every mountainside Let freedom ring!