Man lives in only one small room of the enormous house of his consciousness.

Our belief at the beginning of a doubtful undertaking is the one thing that assures the successful outcome of any venture.

Our lives are like islands in the sea, or like trees in the forest. The maple and the pine may whisper to each other with their leaves ... But the trees also commingle their roots in the darkness underground, and the islands also hang together through the ocean's bottom.

The deepest longing in the human breast is the desire for appreciation.

Actions seems to follow feeling, but really actions and feeling go together; and by regulating the action, which is under the more direct control of the will, we can indirectly regulate the feeling, which is not. Thus the sovereign voluntary path to cheerfulness, if our cheerfulness be lost, is to sit up cheerfully and to act and speak as if cheerfulness were already there.

The minute a man ceases to grow, no matter what his years, that minute he begins to be old.

a man does not cry because he is sad, he is sad because he cries