Persistence is a characteristic to which success invariably surrenders.

When you hold resentment toward another, you are bound to that person or condition by an emotional link that is stronger than steel. Forgiveness is the only way to dissolve that link and get free.

I give thanks that I am now rich, well and happy and that my financial affairs are in divine order. Every day in every way I am growing richer and richer.

The forgiving state of mind is a magnetic power for attracting good.

I have unshakeable faith in the perfect outcome of every situation in my life, for God is in absolute control.

Why settle for so little in life when you can have so much just by daring to be different in your thinking.

I now let go of worn out things, worn out conditions, and worn out relationships. Divine order is now established and maintained in me and in my world.

What you radiate outward in your thoughts, feelings, mental pictures and words, you attract into your life.

Every day in every way I am growing more prosperous, successful, victorious. I am made for peace, health, and plenty, and I am now experiencing them in ever-increasing degrees of good.

Whatever the mind is taught to expect, that it will build, produce, and bring forth for you.

When you realize that prosperity is your divine heritage, you should persist in claiming it.

We could love and not be suckers. We could dream and not be losers. It was such a beautiful time. Everything was possible because we didn't know anything yet.

... perhaps the clock hands had become so tired of going in the same direction year after year that they had suddenly begun to go the opposite way instead...

The opportunities far outweigh the disappointments.

People's dreams are made out of what they do all day. The same way a dog that runs after rabbits will dream of rabbits. It's what you do that makes your soul, not the other way around.

Off the ice, I can be soft, and I can be elegant and sweet.

I love a broad margin to my life. Sometimes, in a summer morning, having taken my accustomed bath, I sat in my sunny doorway from sunrise til noon, rapt in a revery.

Beloveds, you are fine, just the way you are! Perfect in your imperfection! You are divine! Growing brighter and more brilliant each day, you can accept the truth of who you are.

The king dead is a living god.

He was a bit like a corkscrew. Twisted, cold and sharp.

There are two worlds: the world where nothing is sacred except money, an the other world, where everything is sacred.