Discouragement, fear, doubt, lack of self-confidence, are the germs which have killed the prosperity and happiness of tens of thousands of people.

Don't wait for extraordinary opportunities. Seize common occasions and make them great. Weak men wait for opportunities; strong men make them.

There is no medicine like hope, no incentive so great, and no tonic so powerful as expectation of something tomorrow.

Success is not measured by what you accomplish, but by the opposition you have encountered, and the courage with which you have maintained the struggle against overwhelming odds.

We must give more in order to get more. It is the generous giving of ourselves that produces the generous harvest.

It is like the seed put in the soil - the more one sows, the greater the harvest.

Weak men wait for opportunities; strong men make them.

Forests, lakes, and rivers, clouds and winds, stars and flowers, stupendous glaciers and crystal snowflakes - every form of animate or inanimate existence, leaves its impress upon the soul of man.

The Creator has not given you a longing to do that which you have no ability to do.

The golden rule for every business man is this: 'Put yourself in your customer's place.'

What keeps so many people back is simply unwillingness to pay the price, to make the exertion, the effort to sacrifice their ease and comfort.

It has always seemed that a fear of judgment is the mark of guilt and the burden of insecurity.

Happiness is a state of mind. It's just according to the way you look at things.

I'd like to get married because I like the idea of a man being required by law to sleep with me every night.

At eight or nine, I suppose intelligence is no more than a small spot of light on the floor of a large and murky room.

..Yet if today has no meaning, the past was a Blank and the future is a Chaos.

To God the Father, God the Son, And God the Spirit, Three in One, Be honour, praise, and glory given By all on earth, and all in heaven.

Uh, the Council," I said. "Big shock, they aren't helping." Murphy looked like she might be asleep, but she snorted. "So we're on our own." Yeah." Good. It's more familiar.

Lonely as God, and white as a winter moon, Mount Shasta starts up sudden and solitary from the heart of the great black forests of Northern California

The same prudence which in private life would forbid our paying our own money for unexplained projects, forbids it in the dispensation of the public moneys.

The lore of our fathers is a fabric of sentences. A pale gray lore, black with fact and white with convention.