Surround yourself with people who add the fuel of advice and encouragement to your fire.

Pray like it all depends on God, but work like it all depends on you.

If people in America would get their finances together and start taking care of each other, we could put the government out of business.

The decision to go into debt alters the course and condition of your life. You no longer own it. You are owned.

Earning a lot of money is not the key to prosperity. How you handle it is.

We live in a culture full of hares; but the tortoise always wins.

You must gain control over your money or the lack of it will forever control you.

Nothing happens without focus. Don't try to do everything at once. Take it one step at a time.

Adults devise a plan and follow it, children do what feels good.

Debt gives you the ability to look like you’re winning when you’re not.

Remember, there's ultimately only one way to financial peace, and that's to walk daily with the Prince of Peace, Christ Jesus.

I'm not courting death

So Captain Faith conducted the prince and his mighty captains and men of war into the castle in the very heart of Mansoul. Prince Emmanuel had come home.

Today I suddenly experienced an absurd but quite valid sensation. I realized, in an intimate lightning flash, that I am no one. No one, absolutely no one.

I had surprisingly little money when Wham! ended. You'd be very surprised how little, really, because you don't realize how much money it takes to maintain a band.

I had inherited what my father called the art of the advocate, or the irritating habit of looking for the flaw in any argument.

I think you'll find also that if the negro ever realizes that he should begin to fight for real for his freedom, there are many whites who will fight on his side with him.

Todays decisions are tomorrows realities. Remember you have three choices: take it, leave it or change it.

If you want to catch fish, don’t throw your net into the bathtub.

For me personally, as much as I don't understand my mom and dad and as much as I feel sorry for them sometimes, I can't help but love them very much.

How old are you?” “Seventeen,” he answered promptly. “And how long have you been seventeen?” His lips twitched as he stared at the road. “A while,” he admitted at last.