I think it's a misreading of Dostoevsky to think of him as a programmatic theist. He's actually much closer to someone like William James. He's actually a pragmatist.

If you want to be proud of yourself, then do things in which you can take pride

A clear vision, backed by definite plans, gives you a tremendous feeling of confidence and personal power.

To find a mountain path all by oneself gives a greater feeling of strength than to take a path that is shown.

I like the silent church before the service begins, better than any preaching.

Desire outweighs footwork when it comes to crashing the glass

It could be argued that every age gets the comfort savagery writer it deserves.

Anyone can get a job, but do you have a purpose?

If you are in a bad relationship with anyone else, it is because you are in a bad relationship with yourself.

Always carry a notebook. And I mean always. The short-term memory only retains information for three minutes; unless it is committed to paper you can lose an idea for ever.

The summer demands and takes away too much. /But night, the reserved, the reticent, gives more than it takes

If you want to have a golden signature, create a good art!

Art is mind and heart and touch as much and more than it is mere instrument, technique - without which however it cannot exist at all.

When adversities flow, then love ebbs; but friendship standeth stiffly in storms.

However, those who have used those words use half the sentence to fit their purpose, which, of course, I believe is to discredit me and the new Nation of Islam that has come up around me.

Work hard for your goals and live in the moment.

People don't want quarter-inch drills. They want quarter-inch holes.

I grew up around acting, but it was never thought of as a career.

It is awful hard to get people interested in corruption unless they can get some of it.

The lunatic's visions of horror are all drawn from the material of daily fact.

O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From the world-wearied flesh