“The Vision that you glorify in your mind, the Ideal that you enthrone in your heart – this you will build your life by, this you will become.”

Cherish the music that stirs in your heart, the beauty that forms in your mind, the loveliness that drapes your purest thoughts.

Mind is the master weaver, both of the inner garment of character and the outer garment of circumstance.

The “divinity that shapes our ends” is in ourselves.

Cherish your visions; cherish your ideals; cherish the music that stirs in your heart, the beauty that forms in your mind, the loveliness that drapes your purest thoughts, for out of them will grow all delightful.

Suffering is always the effect of wrong thought in some direction.

All evil is corrective and remedial and is therefore not permanent.

When a man makes his thoughts pure, he no longer desires impure food.

The more tranquil a man becomes, the greater is his success, his influence, his power for good. The calmness of mind is one of the beautiful jewels of wisdom.

As the reaper of his own harvest, man learns both of suffering and bliss

They themselves are makers of themselves.

Disease and health, like circumstances, are rooted in thought.

Into your hands will be placed the exact results of your own thoughts; you will receive that which you earn; no more, no less.

Men are anxious to improve their circumstances but are unwilling to improve themselves.

Until thought is linked with purpose there is no intelligent accomplishment.

Not what he wishes and prays for does a man get, but what he justly earns. His wishes and prayers are only gratified and answered when they harmonize with his thoughts and actions.

He thinks in secret, and it comes to pass: the environment is but a looking glass.

I want nothing to do with politicians. Their hearts wither away, and die out of their bodies. Their consciences are turned to india-rubber, or to some substance as black as that, and which will stretch as much.

There is nothing that making men rich and strong but that which they carry inside of them. True wealth is of the heart, not of the hand.

The only business of the head in the world is to bow a ceaseless obeisance to the heart.

Where the heart lies, let the brain lie also.

Sometimes love is nothing more than a sticky web; illusions spun, from clever minds and bitter hearts.

I said I was kinky. I never said I found heartbreak arousing.

He who can reach a child’s heart can reach the worlds heart.

Hearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned.