“Talk to a man about himself and he will listen for hours.”

Everyone likes flattery; and when you come to Royalty you should lay it on with a trowel.

The secret of success is to be ready when your opportunity comes.

To be conscious that you are ignorant of the facts is a great step to knowledge.

In a progressive country change is constant; change is inevitable.

Every man has a right to be conceited until he is successful.

Be amusing: never tell unkind stories; above all, never tell long ones.

Almost everything that is great has been done by youth.

Diligence is the mother of good fortune.

As a general rule, the most successful man in life is the man who has the best information.

Silence is the mother of truth.

There can be economy only where there is efficiency.

The Youth of a Nation are the trustees of posterity.

I have brought myself, by long meditation, to the conviction that a human being with a settled purpose must accomplish it, and that nothing can resist a will which will stake even existence upon its fulfillment.

One secret of success in life is for a man to be ready for his opportunity when it comes.

It destroys one’s nerves to be amiable every day to the same human being.

Things must be done by parties, not by persons using parties as tools.

The Lord told me they were golden treasure that was needed for the Body of Christ to have the knowledge to proceed and succeed in this hour.

I think her Grandmother Hall gave her a great sense of family love, and reassurance. Her grandmother did love her, like her father, unconditionally. And despite the order and the discipline – and home at certain hours and out at certain hours and reading at certain hours,

I think I do too, but I’m more of a first position strummer guy with a little bit of filigree work. I could listen to him for hours; I could listen to myself playing solo for about half an hour!

Never turn back and never believe that an hour you remember is a better hour because it is dead. Passed years seem safe ones, vanquished ones, while the future lives in a cloud, formidable from a distance.

The clever guy will take a half hour to have an accident, and the stupid guy will take ten minutes.

And I was like, “Yeah, anything. Twenty-four hours times five is 120 hours. Oh, great, I’ll fill 120 hours of my life with something.” So I did that and it was fun, and then I did Flirting with Disaster.

The spirit I had caught gave me insight into the suffering of others, made me gravitate toward those whose feelings were like my own, made me sit for hours while others told me of their lives, made me strangely tender and cruel, violent and peaceful.

I really had to decide why I was writing. I had no interest in going back to law; I very briefly – for about six hours – considered going to get my MBA, but in the end, I realized that the only work I really wanted to do was write.