You will be a failure, until you impress the subconscious with the conviction you are a success. This is done by making an affirmation which 'clicks.'

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.

My Salome is a mystic the sister of Salammbô a Saint Thérèse who worships the moon.

Half the work that is done in the world is to make things appear what they are not.

Don't you know this, that words are doctors to a diseased temperment?

Liberty is about the right to question everything.

Man is very well defended against himself... The actual fortress is inaccessible, even invisible to him, unless his friends and enemies play the traitor and conduct him in by a secret path.

These days I mostly worry ‘bout my bank account/I ain’t backin’ out ‘til I own a bank to brag about.

Welfare corrupts the lower class much faster than the middle class.

If it hadn't been for the videocassette, I may not have had a career at all.

But I would rather be with you, somewhere in San Francisco on a back porch in July, just looking up to Heaven, at this crescent in the sky

For the theatre one needs long arms... an artiste with short arms can never make a fine gesture.