“A joy-filled home is like your own personal art museum”

Clutter is caused by a failure to return things to where they belong.

Your past will become a weight that holds you back and keeps you from living in the here and now. To put things in order means to put your past in order, too.

Caring for your possessions is the best way to motivate them to support you, their owner.

The lives of those who tidy thoroughly and completely, in a single shot, are without exception dramatically altered.

Everyone needs a sanctuary.

Clutter has only two possible causes: too much effort is required to put things away or it is unclear where things belong.

I believe that tidying is a celebration, a special send-off for those things that will be departing from the house, and therefore I dress accordingly.

Human beings can only truly cherish a limited number of things at one time. As I am both lazy and forgetful, I can’t take proper care of too many things.

To throw away what you no longer need is neither wasteful nor shameful.

You could say that tidying orders the mind while cleaning purifies it.

We live in this moment. Who you are now is more important than memories of your past. Be good to yourself.

If you want to meet a beautiful home that is just right for you, take good care of the one you live in now.

Discard first, store later.

I’m sure most of us have been scolded for not tidying up our rooms, but how many of our parents consciously taught us how to tidy as part of our upbringing?

The true purpose of a present is to be received.

When people revert to clutter no matter how much they tidy, it is not their room or their belongings but their way of thinking that is at fault.

A church is a hospital for sinners, not a museum for saints.

I carry on knowing that when I deteriorate, my body will be a museum of all I can do and all that hindered me.

We look too much to museums. The sun coming up in the morning is enough.

Reality TV to me is the museum of social decay.

We live in what virtually amounts to a museum – which does not happen to a lot of people.

I’m lucky. Usually you’re dead to get your own museum, but I’m still alive to see mine.

Give me a museum and I’ll fill it.

Living is like tearing through a museum.