“Hustle is waking up the day before you die and realising you gave it your all.”

You cannot underestimate the sharpness of people’s BS radar. They can spot a soulless, bureaucratic tactic a million miles away.

Be reactionary. React to what the market wants. And the market wants one-on-one real time engagement. Now that we have the tools to engage, I’m going to continue fighting for the end user.

Use every customer point of contact to weave stories about who you are and what your brand stands for.

I pride myself in listening. When you have people paying attention to you, your biggest job is to listen what they want. Deliver what your community wants.

You can’t read about push ups. You gotta do them.

No matter what you do, your job is to tell your story.

It’s insane to me to ask anybody to be what they’re not. Know what you know the best, love the most. That’s always going to be the answer to the thing that you have the best shot at winning at.

I love people, and the hustle.

Look yourself in the mirror and ask yourself, what do I want to do everyday for the rest of my life. Do that!

I attract a crowd, not because I’m an extrovert or I’m over the top or I’m oozing with charisma. It’s because I care.

It’s easy to dream about it. Much harder to execute it , Work!

Hustle is the most important word–EVER.

Social marketing is now a 24-7 job.

The biggest gains come from associating with people u DONT agree with!

Please think about your legacy, because you’re writing it every day.

I hate how many people think “glass half-empty” when their glass is really four-fifths full. I’m grateful when I have one drop in the glass because I know exactly what to do with it.

I have learnt many things, but there’s more to learn. Every day is a new start.

Each day of our lives we make deposits in the memory banks of our children.

You must pass your days in song. Let your whole life be a song.

The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!

On tough days, you gotta have heart. Don’t quit, whatever you do. Persevere.

One day, you’ll leave. And my heart will close like a weeping ipomoea never to open again.

I am convinced more and more day by day that fine writing is next to fine doing, the top thing in the world.

We parted sadly, like children in the street on a pleasant june afternoon.