“The man who thinks hateful thoughts brings hatred upon himself. The man who thinks loving thoughts is loved.”

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.

A person is limited only by the thoughts that he chooses.

Work joyfully and peacefully, knowing that the right thoughts and right efforts inevitably bring about the right results.

They who have no central purpose in their life fall easy prey to petty worries, fears, troubles, and self-pityings.

The dreamers are the saviors of the world.

The more tranquil a man becomes, the greater is his success, his influence, his power for good.

Men do not attract that which they want, but that which they are.

As a man thinketh in his heart, so shall he be.

He who has conquered doubt and fear has conquered failure.

Hateful to me as the gates of Hades is that man who hides one thing in his heart and speaks another.

I hate losing and cricket being my first love, once I enter the ground it’s a different zone altogether and that hunger for winning is always there.

Insecurity is an ugly thing. It makes you hate people you don’t even know.

You’ve got to love what’s loveable and hate what’s hateable. It takes brains to see the difference.

You must see with eyes unclouded by hate. See the good in that which is evil, and the evil in that which is good. Pledge yourself to neither side, but vow instead to preserve the balance that exists between the two.

I think I hate it here because there is no love here anymore. I regret the effort I desperately made here.

Self-loathing doesn’t keep me from being happy. But that doesn’t mean I don’t struggle.

I don’t care if a reader hates one of my stories, just as long as he finishes the book.