The circumstances which a man encounters with suffering are the result of his own mental inharmony.

Work joyfully and peacefully, knowing that right thoughts and right efforts inevitably bring about right results.

Men are anxious to improve their circumstances, but are unwilling to improve themselves; they therefore remain bound.

A man sooner or later discovers that he is the master-gardener of his soul, the director of his life.

In all human affairs there are efforts, and there are results, and the strength of the effort is the measure of the result.

The more tranquil a man becomes, the greater is his success, his influence, his power for good. Calmness of mind is one of the beautiful jewels of wisdom.

Self-control is strength. Right thought is mastery. Calmness is power.

The outer conditions of a person's life will always be found to reflect their inner beliefs.

Our life is what our thoughts make it. A man will find that as he alters his thoughts toward things and other people, things and other people will alter towards him.

No duty is more urgent than that of returning thanks.

The soul attracts that which it secretly harbors; that which it loves, and also that which it fears.

It is more blessed to give than to receive.

I will go on my knees and ask the Liberian people to participate in bringing peace and stability to our country.

And then there stole into my fancy, like a rich musical note, the thought of what sweet rest there must be in the grave.

Don't kill the messenger, but I'm think you should change your dating profil to balding." -- Paris to William

God, or what have you, will not be found at the far end of a syllogism, no matter how brilliantly phrased or conceived.

It is how you show up at the showdown that counts.

The occurrence of an event is not the same thing as knowing what it is that one has lived through.

An offended heart is the breeding ground of deception.

Death, when it approaches, ought not to take one by surprise. It should be part of the full expectancy of life. Without an ever-present sense of death life is insipid.

Fashion is in my blood. Growing up, I was always clacking around the house in my mother's shoes.