Seek the silence frequently. Power comes from repose.

You can not entertain weak, harmful, negative thoughts ten hours a day and expect to bring about beautiful, strong and harmonious conditions by ten minutes of strong, positive, creative thought.

You must first have the knowledge of your power; second, the courage to dare; third, the faith to do.

I am whole, perfect, strong, powerful, loving, harmonious, and happy.

We must be before we can do, and we can do only to the extent which we are, and what we are depends upon what we think.

There is a world within - a world of thought and feeling and power; of light and beauty, and although invisible, its forces are mighty.

To improve our conditions we must first improve ourselves.

Thought is energy. Active thought is active energy; concentrated thought is a concentrated energy. Thought concentrated on a definite purpose becomes power.

When you are at one with the world, you often find that the thing you seek is seeking you.

The real secret of power is consciousness of power.

It is the combination of thought and love which forms the irresistible force of the law of attraction.

While trying hard not to apportion blamesI end up apportioning all the blame on myselfI take several portions of the blamewhich makes my heart to be filled with guilt

Twas hard to dislike a man she so enjoyed in bed. Twas harder still to dislike one who kept showing her a more gentle side to his nature

If I were a maker of perfumes, I would make one and call it 'Spring,' and it would smell like this cool, sweet, early-morning air.

I'm bored with knitting. I've taken up arson.

People who enjoy waving flags don't deserve to have one.

Standing in our power demands that we be vulnerable, listen to our own voice, and take risks outside the comfort of what we know.

The happiest marriages are full of alternative lives, lived in the head, unknown to the partner.

I want eternity. I was born for greater things.

My father was in the Army and we moved around a lot, and one of my favorite places was the library.

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?