Feeling sorry for yourself, and your present condition, is not only a waste of energy but the worst habit you could possibly have.

People rarely succeed unless they have fun in what they are doing.

Remember, today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday.

It isn't what you have, or who you are, or where you are, or what you are doing that makes you happy or unhappy. It is what you think about.

If you are not in the process of becoming the person you want to be, you are automatically engaged in becoming the person you don't want to be.

Any fool can criticize, condemn and complain - and most fools do. But it takes character and self control to be understanding and forgiving.

Most of the important things in the world have been accomplished by people who have kept on trying when there seemed to be no hope at all.

When we hate our enemies, we are giving them power over us: power over our sleep, our appetites, our blood pressure, our health, and our happiness.

Instead of worrying about what people say of you, why not spend time trying to accomplish something they will admire.

The world is so full of people who are grabbing and self-seeking. So the rare individual who unselfishly tries to serve others has an enormous advantage. He has little competition.

The successful man will profit from his mistakes and try again in a different way.

What she really felt like doing was reading. Escaping into the Enchanted Wood, up the Faraway Tree, or with the Famous Five into Smuggler's Top.

The courage to live brings its own rewards.

Texting is more direct. You don't have to use conversation filler.

what is ceremonious and curious and commonplace will be legendary.

The most powerful men were those who most effectively used the power of adult competence to enforce childish agreements.

There is no self-delusion more fatal than that which makes the conscience dreamy with the anodyne of lofty sentiments, while the life is groveling and sensual

If you get trapped in the idea that what is most important is what image of yourself you're giving to the world, you're on a dangerous path.

We who love Him beheld Him with these our eyes which He made to see; and we touched Him with these our hands which He taught to reach forth.

You can't even sing or play an instrument, so you just scream instead. You're living for an image, so you got five hundred women in your bed.

Artists are people who are not at all interested in the facts - only in the truth.