When you reach the point of becoming independent of external events, you’re truly free.

Hard work is painful when life is devoid of purpose. But when you live for something greater than yourself and the gratification of your own ego, then hard work becomes a labor of love.

If you don’t take the time to get really clear about exactly what it is you’re trying to accomplish, then you’re forever doomed to spend your life achieving the goals of those who do.

When you live for a strong purpose, then hard work isn't an option. It's a necessity.

Fear is not your enemy. It is a compass pointing you to the areas where you need to grow.

Thoughts are like seeds. If you want different results in life, you have to figure out which thoughts are capable of growing those results and which aren’t.

If someone offers you a gift, and you decline to accept it, the other person still owns that gift. The same is true of insults and verbal attacks.

The most intelligent thing you can possibly do with your life is to grow.

Passion and purpose go hand in hand. When you discover your purpose, you will normally find it's something you're tremendously passionate about.

If you want to achieve some really big and interesting goals, you have to learn to fall in love with hard work.

Planning allows you to mentally create a model of your future.

So do flux and reflux--the rhythm of change--alternate and persist in everything under the sky.

If you want you can die any way you want, but no matter how much you try you cannot live the way you want.

It's just better to be yourself than to try to be some version of what you think the other person wants.

The den of the Devil is no place for the innocent.

Our ideals are our better selves.

Only someone who is sincere recognizes what showing off is.

A man, as a general rule, owes very little to what he is born with - a man is what he makes of himself.

Drama drama drama. The public wants it, so let them get the whole ugly mess. Why not?

Civility, it is said, means obeying the unenforceable.

Many count their chickens before they are hatched; and where they expect bacon, meet with broken bones.