“Habits are like comfortable beds. They are easy to get into, but difficult to get out of.”

The real champions in life are so humble and gracious. They just continue doing what they do without all the posturing. If you’ve got the real thing, you don’t have to flaunt a loud imitation.

The greatest achievement is to outperform yourself.

Forget about the consequences of failure. Failure is only a temporary change in direction to set you straight for your next success.

You must feel love within, before you can share it.

Recognize when your peak energy occurs during the day. Allocate the most difficult projects to that period. Work on easy projects at low-energy times

The primary success factor is knowing how to learn from others and rely on yourself.

Losers make promises they often break. Winners make commitments they always keep.

The greatest gifts you can give your children are the roots of responsibility and the wings of independence.

Learn from the past, set vivid, detailed goals for the future,and live in the only moment of time over which you have any control: now.

A smile is the light in your window that tells others that there is a caring, sharing person inside.

Success is almost totally dependent upon drive and persistence.

Commitment doesn’t guarantee success, but lack of commitment guarantees you’ll fall far short of your potential.

We are supposed to forgive everyone; everyone includes ourselves.

Accept yourself as you are right now; an imperfect, changing, growing and worthy person.

What you leave in your children, is more important than what you leave to them.

You must learn from your past mistakes, but not lean on your past successes.

Everyday is a new fresh start. To go straight back to bed.

We laid in bed with our hands tied, talked about love and clear, summer skies.

There is nothing wrong with going to bed with someone of your own sex. People should be very free with sex, they should draw the line at goats.

You can find shame in every house, burning in an ashtray, hanging framed upon a wall, covering a bed. But nobody notices it any more.

Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed. Teach me to die.

And so she remained a mystery, something to dream about on rainy days staring at the dark holly clouds passing by. – in a bed of flowers.

And here I am, dying in my bed, like cattle die. May the eyes of cowards never sleep.

Don’t take tomorrow to bed with you.