“A ship should not ride on a single anchor, nor life on a single hope.”

No man is free who is not master of himself.

First say to yourself what you would be; and then do what you have to do.

Desire and happiness cannot live together.

Nothing truly stops you. Nothing truly holds you back. For your own will is always within your control.

If evil be spoken of you and it be true, correct yourself, if it be a lie, laugh at it.

We can’t control the impressions others form about us, and the effort to do so only debases our character.

It’s time to stop being vague. If you wish to be an extraordinary person, if you wish to be wise, then you should explicitly identify the kind of person you aspire to become.

Men are not troubled by things themselves, but by their thoughts about them.

Attach yourself to what is spiritually superior, regardless of what other people think or do. Hold to your true aspirations no matter what is going on around you.

We all dread a bodily paralysis, and would make use of every contrivance to avoid it; but none of us is troubled about a paralysis of the soul.

Events do not just happen, but arrive by appointment.

Don’t be concerned with other people’s impressions of you. They are dazzled and deluded by appearances. Stick with your purpose. This alone will strengthen your will and give your life coherence.

Anything worth putting off is worth abandoning altogether.

Don’t consent to be hurt and you won’t be hurt – this is a choice over which you have control.

If you seek Truth, you will not seek to gain a victory by every possible means; and when you have found Truth, you need not fear being defeated.

What concerns me is not the way things are, but rather the way people think things are.

This time you’ve dug yourself an anchor too heavy to move ahead with.

There was a point where if you had told me I was going to be a national morning anchor,

Alone! Alone! No beacon, far or near! No chart, no compass, and no anchor stay!

The anchor of meaning resides in an abyss, deeper than the reach of despair.

I don’t want the news to be patriotic. I don’t want to see flags on the lapels of the anchors. I don’t want any of that.

Anchor me to the depths of the ocean that is your heart.

We all carry the heaviest anchors without anyone having a clue about it.

Feelings come and go like clouds in a windy sky. Conscious breathing is my anchor.