It is the food which you furnish to your mind that determines the whole character of your life.

Whenever you are afraid of something you are worshipping it. Whatever you fear, you bow down to and give it power.

You must not allow yourself to dwell for a single moment on any kind of negative thought.

The story of your life is really the story of the relations between yourself and God.

The great difference between the two feelings is that love is always creative, and fear is always destructive.

To be afraid is to have more faith in evil than in God.

Look where you are going because you will inevitably go where you are looking.

Most people who have a problem concentrate on the problem. They take it to bed with them and stay awake all night thinking it over. Let go of that problem. Rise above it in consciousness.

You must not under any pretense allow your mind to dwell on any thought that is not positive, constructive, optimistic, kind.

Claim your divine, glorious selfhood. Think it, talk it, live it and it will demonstrate itself in your life.

Stop thinking about your difficulties, whatever they are, and start thinking about God instead.

We should bring in an environmental attitude, and I think luxury should automatically be about sustainability and quality.

Sometimes you have to get down and dirty. It feels good.

The struggle for democracy and human rights in Burma is a struggle for life and dignity. It is a struggle that encompasses our political, social and economic aspirations.

Whoever needs the relationship less has all the power.

Never travel by sea when you can go by land.

Now you know how much my love for you burns deep in me when I forget about our emptiness, and deal with shadows as with solid things.

In short there is not a shred of objective evidence to support the hypothesis that life began in an organic soup here on the Earth.

Vodka has a huge history in Russia, in that it's almost like a currency. It's the one thing that keeps the country in the dark ages and having a rollicking good time.

I am about to die. It is September 11, and every cell in my body is acutely aware of my looming demise. The certainty of it. The inevitability. Not years from now, not weeks nor days. Moments.

I had just wanted to be part of a story; I wanted to be a person who had a story to tell.