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

A man sooner or later discovers that he is the master gardener of his soul, the director of his life.

The act is the blossom of thought, and joy and suffering are its fruits.

So you will be what you will to be.

Good thoughts bear good fruit, bad thoughts bad fruit.

The price of life is effort; the acme of effort is an accomplishment; the reward of accomplishment is joy.

To desire is to obtain to aspire is to achieve.

A man’s mind may be likened to a garden, which may be intelligently cultivated or allowed to run wild; but whether cultivated or neglected, it must, and will, bring forth.

Doubt and fear are the great enemies of knowledge, and he who encourages them, who does not slay them, thwarts himself at every step.

There is an unavoidable tendency to become literally the embodiment of that quality upon which one most constantly thinks.

Such is the conscious master, and man can only thus become by discovering within himself the laws of thought; which discovery is totally a matter of application, self-analysis, and experience.

The world steps aside for the man who knows where he is going.

Man’s mind may be likened to a garden, which may be intelligently cultivated or allowed to run wild.

No man is hindered by another; he is only hindered by himself. No man suffers because of another; he suffers only because of himself.

Unrest and pain and sorrow are the shadows of life.

Self-control is strength. Right thought is mastery. Calmness is power.

Aimlessness is a vice, and such drifting must not continue for him who would steer clear of catastrophe and destruction.

Live in the world as if only God and your soul were in it; then your heart will never be made captive by any earthly thing.

There are only two things that pierce the human heart. One is beauty. The other is affliction.

The religious soul finds in the heart of Jesus a secure refuge.

Strive to close the eyes of the body and open those of the soul and look into your own heart.

Those who pray from the heart do not think about the prayer they are saying, but about the God to whom they pray.

Christ has no body now but mine. He prays in me, works in me, looks through my eyes, speaks through my words, works through my hands, walks with my feet and loves with my heart.

My heart’s gratitude Is My life’s plenitude.

The heart has no tears to give,–it drops only blood, bleeding itself away in silence.