“A man cannot directly choose his circumstances, but he can choose his thoughts, and so indirectly, yet surely, shape his circumstances.”

He is poor who is dissatisfied; he is rich who is contented with what he has, and he is richer who is generous with what he has.

The circumstances which a man encounters with suffering are the result of his own mental inharmony.

Man is buffeted by circumstances so long as he believes himself to be the creature of outside conditions.

Your circumstances may be uncongenial, but they shall not long remain so if you but perceive an Ideal and strive to reach it.

The calmness of mind is one of the beautiful jewels of wisdom. It is the result of long and patient effort in self-control.

The dream is the promise for what you will be one day.

Self-control is strength, Right Thought is mastery, Calmness is power. Say unto your heart, Peace, be still.

Men are anxious to improve their circumstances, but are unwilling to improve themselves; they, therefore, remain bound.

All that man achieves and all that he fails to achieve is the direct result of his own thoughts.

The human will, that force unseen, The offspring of a deathless soul, Can hew a way to any goal, Though walls of granite intervene.

The body is the servant of the mind. It obeys the operations of the mind, whether they be deliberately chosen or automatically expressed.

The soul attracts that which it secretly harbors; that which it loves, and also that which it fears.

He must avoid quarreling as he would avoid drinking a deadly poison.

Suffering is always the effect of wrong thoughts in some direction. It is an indication that the individual is out of harmony with himself, with the Law of his being.

Every act of a man springs from the hidden seeds of thought.

For weakness cannot persist in a power-evolving universe.

There is peace in dungeons, but is that enough to make dungeons desirable?

A good leader has nothing to prove, but everything to prove.

Best not to know what’s waiting around the corner.

And some things that should not have been forgotten were lost. History became legend. Legend became myth. And for two and a half thousand years, the ring passed out of all knowledge.

Life is like an ever-shifting kaleidoscope – a slight change, and all patterns alter.

Smooth and smiling faces everywhere, but ruin in their eyes.

It’s not what you preach, it’s what you tolerate.

It is awareness of both our shared pain and our longing for happiness that links us to other people and helps us to turn toward them with compassion.