Your circumstances may be uncongenial, but they shall not long remain so if you but perceive an Ideal and strive to reach it.

Work joyfully and peacefully, knowing that right thoughts and right efforts inevitably bring about right results.

Men are anxious to improve their circumstances, but are unwilling to improve themselves; they therefore remain bound.

A man sooner or later discovers that he is the master-gardener of his soul, the director of his life.

In all human affairs there are efforts, and there are results, and the strength of the effort is the measure of the result.

The more tranquil a man becomes, the greater is his success, his influence, his power for good. Calmness of mind is one of the beautiful jewels of wisdom.

Self-control is strength. Right thought is mastery. Calmness is power.

The outer conditions of a person's life will always be found to reflect their inner beliefs.

Our life is what our thoughts make it. A man will find that as he alters his thoughts toward things and other people, things and other people will alter towards him.

No duty is more urgent than that of returning thanks.

The soul attracts that which it secretly harbors; that which it loves, and also that which it fears.

If you try and lose then it isn't your fault. But if you don't try and we lose, then it's all your fault.

You said your mom is the goddess of balance, " I reminded him. "The minor gods deserve better, Ethan, but total destruction isn't balance. Kronos doesn't build. He only destroys.

We must use collegiality not to level people down but to bring together their strength and creativity.

The success of any change depends, in large measure, on your attitude about that change.

It was an old, old, old, old lady, And a boy who was half-past three; And the way they played together Was beautiful to see.

Whatever you're seeking-it's seeking You

I can't pick out one single book that had such a profound personal impact.

Who would come for her?" he snarled, rallying. Behind me, a voice shouted, "Tybalt, King of Cats. My claim precedes yours.

The Civil War defined us as what we are and it opened us to being what we became, good and bad things... It was the crossroads of our being, and it was a hell of a crossroads.

There is no magic in words.