“Complaining is the absolute worst possible thing you could do for your health or your wealth. The worst!”

If we’re going to strive for spiritual growth, we have to be willing to put concepts into practice in our everyday lives, in all relationships with all people. You can’t separate your “spiritual life” from your “work life.” They’re both your life! In the same vein, you can’t separate money and happiness.

In every forest, on every farm, in every orchard on earth, it’s what’s under the ground that creates what’s above the ground. That’s why placing your attention on the fruits that you have already grown is futile.

If you want to move to a new level in your life, you must break through your comfort zone and practice doing things that are not comfortable.

Rich people take advice from people who are richer than they are. Poor people take advice from their friends, who are just as broke as they are.

Never try to pull someone up who doesn’t want it…they’ll just pull you down.

Today’s Declaration: I am courageous. I am willing to act in spite of fear.

Don’t let them bother you. In fact, don’t even call them problems; refer to them as “challenges” or “situations”.

Rich people think long-term. They balance their spending on enjoyment today with investing for freedom tomorrow.

Make a decision that from now on, your thoughts do not run you, you run your thoughts. From now on, your mind is not the captain of your ship, you are the captain of the ship, and your mind works for you.

What you hear, you forget; what you see, you remember; what you do, you understand.

Focus on all four of your net worth factors: increasing your income, increasing your savings, increasing your investment returns, and decreasing your cost of living by simplifying your lifestyle.

I will be rich or I will die trying.

The first rule of making progress in anything you do is setting goals, allowing yourself to always have a finish line in sight. This provides a boost in motivation during those moments when slogging forward seems impossible, giving you something tangible to work towards at every moment.

The secret to freedom is to realize that you don’t have to believe your mind. You don’t have to believe your story.

You will be paid in direct proportion to the value you create in the marketplace.

Comfort kills! If your goal in life is to be comfortable, I guarantee two things. First, you will never be rich. Second, you will never be happy.

She was one of those Southerners who knew from an early age that the South could never be more for them than a fragrant prison, administered by a collective of loving but treacherous relatives.

The music left only this bad hurt in her, and a blankness. She could not remember any of the symphony, not even the last few notes. She tried to remember, but no sound at all came to her. Now that it was over there was only her heart like a rabbit and this terrible hurt.

I could bear the memory, but I could not bear the music that made the memory such a killing thing.

The safe places could only be visited; they could only grant a momentary intuition of sanctuary. The moment always came when we had to return to our real life to face the wounds and grief indigenous to our homr by the river.

The world and all its wisdom is but a booby, blundering school-boy that needs management and could be managed.

Poor and most middle-class people believe “If I have a lot of money, I could do what I want and I’d be a success.” Rich people understand, “If I become a successful person, I will be able to do what I need to do to have what I want, including a lot of money.”

You could do so much for me if you just would. If you just knew. I am I and you are you and I know it and you don’t know it and you could do so much for me if you just would and if you just would then I could tell you and then nobody would have to know it except you and me.

I could smell the curves of the river beyond the dusk and I saw the last light supine and tranquil upon tideflats like pieces of broken mirror, then beyond them lights began in the pale clear air, trembling a little like butterflies hovering a long way off.