“As a man thinketh in his heart so is he.”

The more tranquil a man becomes, the greater is his success, his influence, his power for good.

Men do not attract that which they want, but that which they are.

As a man thinketh in his heart, so shall he be.

He who has conquered doubt and fear has conquered failure.

Self-seeking is self-destruction.

If you would protect your body, guard your mind. If you would renew your body, beautify your mind. Thoughts of malice, envy, disappointment, despondency, rob the body of its health and grace.

What you are, so is your world.

For you will always gravitate toward that which you, secretly, most love.

The man who does not shrink from self-crucifixion can never fail to accomplish the object upon which his heart is set.

Circumstance does not make the man; it reveals him to himself.

A man’s worldly success will be in the measure that he sacrifices his confused animal thoughts.

The sole and supreme use of suffering is to purify, to burn out all that is useless and impure.

If your real desire is to be good, there is no need to wait for the money before you do it; you can do it now, this very moment, and just where you are.

A man cannot directly choose his circumstances, but he can choose his thoughts, and so indirectly, yet surely, shape his circumstances.

He who would accomplish little need sacrifice little; he who would achieve much must sacrifice much. He who would attain highly must sacrifice greatly.

The greatest achievement was at first and for a time a dream. The oak sleeps in the acorn; the bird waits in the egg, and in the highest vision of the soul a waking angel stirs. Dreams are the seedlings of realities.

There’s a melody in everything. And once you find the melody, then you connect immediately with the heart. Because sometimes English or Spanish, Swahili or any language gets in the way. But nothing penetrates the heart faster than the melody.

Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.

All music is important if it comes from the heart.

This foundation can only take the beating of one heart.

My eyes have always been open, but I see best with my heart.

They talked so, with secret hearts, without needing words, talking of other things. They could have suddenly continued their confessions aloud, without ceasing to understand each other.

My heart beats for me, always has, but it waits for you.

I still see you in my dreams, teasing my feelings and damaging my heart.