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

Thoughts of malice, envy, disappointment, despondency, rob the body of its health and grace.

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

Let a man radically alter his thoughts, and he will be astonished at the rapid transformation it will effect in the material conditions of his life.

Another hidden sacrifice, one of great spiritual beauty and of powerful efficacy in the healing of human sorrows.

You will be what you will to be.

Thought is the fount of action, life, and manifestation; make the fountain pure, and all will be pure.

Good thoughts and actions can never produce bad results; bad thoughts and actions can never produce good results.

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

For true success ask yourself these four questions: Why? Why not? Why not me? Why not now?

As he thinks, so he is; as he continues to think, so he remains.

You cannot travel within and stand still without.

As a man thinketh in his heart so is he.

One man is an oppressor because many are slaves; let us despise the slaves.

The lazy man does the hardest work.

Circumstances do not shape us so much as they reveal us.

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.

Without pain, how could we know joy?

One of the advantages of being disorganized is the joy of discovery.

We’re a nation hungry for more joy: Because we’re starving from a lack of gratitude.

Once you have started seeing the beauty of life, ugliness starts disappearing. If you start looking at life with joy, sadness starts disappearing.

The more we try to live in the world of words, the more we feel isolated and alone, the more all the joy and liveliness of things is exchanged for mere certainty and security.

Joy is the goal of existence, and joy is not to be stumbled upon, but to be achieved, and the act of treason is to let its vision drown in the swamp of the moment’s torture.

Only when we give joyfully, without hesitation or thought of gain, can we truly know what love means.

From childhood’s hour I have not been. As others were, I have not seen. As others saw, I could not awaken. My heart to joy at the same tone. And all I loved, I loved alone.