The thought "It's impossible" sets off a chain reaction of other thoughts to prove you're right.

Believe it can be done. When you believe something can be done, your mind will find the ways to do it. Believing a solution paves the way to solution.

Where success is concerned, people are not measured in inches, or pounds, or college degrees, or family back-ground; they are measured by the size of their thinking.

Believe Big. The size of your success is determined by the size of your belief. Think little goals and expect little achievements.

Those who believe they can move mountains, do!

People do more for you when you make them feel important.

Success shuns the man who lacks ideas.

Belief releases creative powers.

The thinking that guides your intelligence is much more important than how much intelligence you may have.

The test of a successful person is not an ability to eliminate all problems before they arise, but to meet and work out difficulties when they do arise.

Here is the first step toward success. It's a basic step. It can't be avoided. Step One: Believe in yourself, believe you can succeed.

If you catch yourself wondering why you want more of the world and you're not satisfied with God, it's because you have a spiritual problem.

You ever have that feeling? Like you’ve known someone your whole life but you don’t know them at all.

If you had a large vase with a big crack down the middle of it, a Japanese art museum would put the vase on a pedestal and shine a spotlight on the crack!

Even if you don't feel like sitting down to write or working on that big proposal, or whatever it is, just show up anyhow and the rest will follow.

If you can't sell your product, it's not a product-it's a hobby.

Faith isn't the ability to believe long and far into the misty future. It's simply taking God at His Word and taking the next step.

My New Year's style resolution is to buy and wear more clothing that is handmade by artisans or eco-friendly.

I'm not into, Hey, what's your sign? or any of that. But I don't know how I got here, and I don't know how I write songs. I don't know why I breathe.

Spade! Thou art a tool of honor in my hands. I press thee, through a yielding soil, with pride.

My older sister is a working mom. She's busy. She chooses to spend money on her children. But she should be able to afford a good shoe for herself.