“That’s the real trouble with the world, too many people grow up.”

Everyone has to contribute, or they become laborers.

Progress is impossible without change.

Do anything better than it was ever done before and youll get rich.

Always, as you travel, assimilate the sounds and sights of the world.

To succeed, work hard, never give up and above all cherish a magnificent obsession.

The important thing is to teach a child that good can always triumph over evil.

Have confidence in your ability to do it right, and work hard to do the best possible job.

Do a good job. You don’t have to worry about the money; it will take care of itself. Just do your best work – then try to trump it.

I can never stand still. I must explore and experiment. I am never satisfied with my work. I resent the limitations of my own imagination.

All your dreams can come true if you have the courage to pursue them.

A good story can take you on a fantastic journey.

All of our dreams can come true.

Worry is a waste of imagination.

Just make sure you never do less than your best.

The four C’s of making dreams come true: Curiosity, Courage, Consistency, Confidence.

It’s kind of fun to do the impossible.

The child needs a helping hand or he’ll grow up to be an angry young man some day.

When you’re old enough to write a book for children, by then you’ll have become a grown up and have lost all your jokeyness. Unless you’re an undeveloped adult and still have an enormous amount of childishness in you.

I don’t have any extraordinary gifts. I’m just an average Joe who grew up very poor in rural Alabama.

When I was growing up they used to say, “Robin, drugs can kill you.” Now that I’m 58 my doctor’s telling me, “Robin, you need drugs to live.” I realize now that my doctor is also my dealer.

No matter what your current condition, how or where you grew up, or what education or training you feel you lack, you can be successful in your chosen endeavor. It is spirit, fortitude, and hardiness that matter more than where you start.

Growing up is losing some illusions, in order to acquire others.

People are like dirt. They can either nourish you and help you grow as a person or they can stunt your growth and make you wilt and die.

When will our consciences grow so tender that we will act to prevent human misery rather than avenge it?