Discipline in perception lets you clearly see the advantage and the proper course of action in every situation—without the pestilence of panic or fear.

There is no good or bad without us, there is only perception. There is the event itself and the story we tell ourselves about what it means.

What is known can't jerk us around unwittingly. Before anything can be resolved, the implicit must be made into the explicit.

It’s okay to be discouraged. It’s not okay to quit. To know you want to quit but to plant your feet and keep inching closer until you take the impenetrable fortress you’ve decided to lay siege to in your own life—that’s persistence.

Where the head goes, the body follows. Perception precedes action. Right action follows the right perspective.

I run 5 miles every night. It’s where I go to digest my day, hash out the multitude of information that’s been poured into me in the last wild six months or so, and to try and condense it down to some sort of cohesive strategy to live my life by.

The Germans have a word for it: Sitzfleisch. Staying power. Winning by sticking your ass to the seat and not leaving until after it's over.