After man knows the truth, he cannot be too careful of his words.

The game of life is a game of boomerangs. Our thoughts, deeds and words return to us sooner or later with astounding accuracy.

Gratitude is the law of increase, and complaint is the law of decrease.

All that is mine by Divine Right is now released and reaches me in great avalanches of abundance, under grace in miraculous ways.

YOUR WORD IS YOUR WAND. THE WORDS YOU SPEAK CREATE YOUR OWN DESTINY

Infinite Spirit, open the way for my great abundance. I am an irresistible magnet for all that belongs to me by Divine Right.

Unexpected doors fly open, unexpected channels are free, and endless avalanches of abundance are poured out upon me, under grace in perfect ways.

When one has made his demands upon the Universal, he must be ready for surprises. Everything may seem to be going wrong, when in reality, it is going right.

Every great work, every big accomplishment, has been brought into manifestation through holding to the vision, and often just before the big achievement, comes apparent failure and discouragement.

Man can only receive what he sees himself receiving.

Words and thoughts are a tremendous vibratory force, ever moulding man's body and affairs.

as was his way, once he acknowledged the problem, he set about finding a means to resolve it

The Islamic Revolution, as it turned out, did more damage to Islam by using it as an instrument of oppression than any alien ever could have done.

Animals are on earth to protect mankind. When you gather a bunch of them together like this, you create a safe haven. Nothing can touch you here.

You should be able to do anything you can afford as an adult.

The historical data support one conclusion with unusual force: To invest with success, you must be a long-term investor.

It is privilege of living to be acutely, agonizingly conscious of the moment that is always present and always passing.

Press plays "gotcha"; limit press briefings.

Oh Lord, help me change my ways, Show a litlle mercy on judgement day, It aint me I was raised this way, Never let em' play me for a busta, Makin' hell for a huslter.

And I shall watch the ferry boats, and they'll get high, on a bluer ocean against tomorrow's sky. and i will never grow so old again, and i will walk and talk, in gardens all wet with rain.