If you do the little jobs well, the big ones will tend to take care of themselves.

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.

Stains were a patchwork of mistakes you couldn't get rid of. They showed the world your real self, even the parts you didn't want it to see.

Flies are the dead man's revenge.

He is a cat, Miss Lancaster. Asking him such questions is an exercise in futility.

When I was growing up, my dad didn't have weights, so he made himself a weight bench. Instead of a hand-me-down jacket, it was a hand-me-down weight bench.

I started realising that the themes running through all of my novels were really haunting and obsessing me about my own life.

What's the use of being Irish if the world doesn't break your heart?

Tunes have notes and tempos and rules. If the tune is "All the Things You Are," you have to adhere to its structure and to the tradition behind that structure.

The soul that is the abode of chastity acquires an energy which enables her to surmount with ease the obstacles that lie along the path of duty.

You bat your baby blues at tall, dark, and gruesome, and next thing you know, he's trailing you like a lost puppy.

Why should the way I feel depend on the thoughts in someone else's head?