When fate hands you a lemon, make lemonade.

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.

You are God’s special possession.

Sylvia Plath was just a month and a half older than I, and when she committed suicide I was only 30 - and very shocked and sorry. I never knew her personally.

Even though sometimes you can control your anger, you can't control your sadness.

You may return here once you have fully come to understand that you are always here.

I hate doctors! They'll do anything... to keep you coming to them. They'll sell their souls. What's worse, they'll sell yours, and you never know it till one day you find yourself in hell.

Christmas is waiting to be born: in you, in me, in all mankind.

All religions have been made by men.

UNUSED LYRIC I’ve never been to Eden But it’s nice I hear tell When I die I’ll go to heaven ’Cause I’ve done my time in hell

Everything vanishes around me, and works are born as if out of the void. Ripe, graphic fruits fall off. My hand has become the obedient instrument of a remote will.

If a teacher have any opinion which he wishes to conceal, his pupils will become as fully indoctrinated into that as into any which he publishes.