I'm scared shitless of heights.

I hate politics. It's slimy. Any job where people pander for votes I don't like. The country has gotten so partisan that if you're not on my side, you're the enemy.

Money is a scoreboard where you can rank how you're doing against other people.

It's not in the dreaming, it's in the doing.

If given a choice between investing in someone who has read REWORK or has an MBA, I’m investing in REWORK every time. A must read for every entrepreneur.

Always wake up with a smile knowing that today you are going to have fun accomplishing what others are too afraid to do.

The only thing in your control is effort. That's all, and that's everything.

I don't care what anyone says. Being rich is a good thing.

Doesn't matter if the glass is half-empty or half-full. All that matters is that you are the one pouring the water.

I'm the one guy who says don't force the stupid people to be quiet - I want to know who the morons are.

It takes time, it's a grind. There are no shortcuts. You've got to grind and grind.

The quickest way to release heaven on earth is to worship. Worship is the main activity of heaven and the destiny of all created things.

There are three kinds of brains: One understands of itself, another can be taught to understand, and the third can neither understand to itself or be taught to understand.

And for the briefest instant, it almost feels like we're together again.

Be sober, and to doubt prepense, These are the sinews of good sense.

When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, it’s not reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end.

My heart seem[s] colder than March but on the flipside of things, it's still warmer than June.

The quality of our lives depends not on whether or not we have conflicts, but on how we respond to them.

Most secrets should never be told, but especially those that are more menacing to the listener than to the teller.

If money go before, all ways do lie open.

The sightless Milton, with his hair Around his placid temples curled; And Shakespeare at his side,-a freight, If clay could think and mind were weight, For him who bore the world!