...it is a sneaking piece of cowardice for authors to put feigned names to their works, as if, like bastards of their brain, they were afraid to own them.

Give light, and the darkness will disappear of itself.

If you keep thinking about what you want to do or what you hope will happen, you don't do it, and it won't happen.

A nail is driven out by another nail. Habit is overcome by habit.

By a Carpenter mankind was made, and only by that Carpenter can mankind be remade.

Read first the best books. The important thing for you is not how much you know, but the quality of what you know.

Reflection is a flower of the mind, giving out wholesome fragrance; but revelry is the same flower, when rank and running to seed.

Besides, it happens (how, I cannot tell) that an idea launched like a javelin in proverbial form strikes with sharper point on the hearer's mind and leaves implanted barbs for meditation.

They take unbelievable pleasure in the hideous blast of the hunting horn and baying of the hounds. Dogs dung smells sweet as cinnamon to them.

No Man is wise at all Times, or is without his blind Side.

The majority of the common people loathe war and pray for peace; only a handful of individuals, whose evil joys depend on general misery, desire war.

The thing I always wanted to say is that surviving abuse sucks. But it's also a choose-your-own-adventure story.

Are you following Christ's ambitions for your life or expecting Him to help you reach yours?

True friendships are life-saving bridges over troubled waters.

And now, finished with that puzzling mixture of insane intimacy and isolation which is notoriety, Velvet was able to get on quietly to her next adventures.

It's amazing how much data is out there. The question is how do we put it in a form that's usable?

As far as I'm concerned, everything's ham and jam.

Life doesn't come with an instruction manual for success, so Darren Hardy has written one for you. The Compound Effect shows you how small, smart choices add up to transform your life.

Even Nature is observed to have her playful moods or aspects, of which man sometimes seems to be the sport.

Starting a novel is opening a door on a misty landscape; you can still see very little but you can smell the earth and feel the wind blowing.

The emptiness was intense, like the stillness in a great factory when the machinery stops running.