“For the average American, the message is clear. Liberalism is no longer the answer. It is the problem.”

“if you live for the approval of others, you will die by their rejection.”

“Si el vendedor se siente atemorizado o abrumado por el posible cliente, llevar a cabo una presentación eficaz es tremendamente difícil. El vendedor que piensa: ¿Quién soy yo para decirle a esta persona que mis productos o servicios le van a ayudar?, no conseguirá el nivel de entusiasmo, fuerza y confianza necesarios para triunfar.”

“When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.”

“When you live your own dream, you don’t have time to be a hater.”

“When you go through difficult times, make sure you pass the test. Don’t be stubborn and hardheaded. Recognize that God is refining you, knocking off some of your rough edges. Stand strong and fight the good fight of faith. God has called each of us to be champions; you are destined to win. If you will work with God and keep a good attitude, then no matter what comes against you, the bible says that all things – not just the good things in life, but all things – work together for your good.”

“Religion which takes no account of practical affairs and does not help to solve them is no religion.”

“What have we here—jinn or human?”

“My little girls can break my heart. They can make me cry just looking at them eating their string beans.”

“Perhaps you are just close to what you have been waiting for all along and ideas start formulating in your mind and advising you to "give up". Tell them "not me".”

“Remember, too, that all who succeed in life get off to a bad start, and pass through many heart­breaking struggles before they “arrive.”

“It's excellence in leadership when everyone wants to manufacture a black shoe and you manufacture a designer black shoe with gold medal on top. Do something new; do something better!”

“In speaking of this desire for our own far off country, which we find in ourselves even now, I feel a certain shyness. I am almost committing an indecency. I am trying to rip open the inconsolable secret in each one of you—the secret which hurts so much that you take your revenge on it by calling it names like Nostalgia and Romanticism and Adolescence; the secret also which pierces with such sweetness that when, in very intimate conversation, the mention of it becomes imminent, we grow awkward and affect to laugh at ourselves; the secret we cannot hide and cannot tell, though we desire to do both. We cannot tell it because it is a desire for something that has never actually appeared in our experience. We cannot hide it because our experience is constantly suggesting it, and we betray ourselves like lovers at the mention of a name. Our commonest expedient is to call it beauty and behave as if that had settled the matter. Wordsworth’s expedient was to identify it with certain moments in his own past. But all this is a cheat. If Wordsworth had gone back to those moments in the past, he would not have found the thing itself, but only the reminder of it; what he remembered would turn out to be itself a remembering. The books or the music in which we thought the beauty was located will betray us if we trust to them; it was not in them, it only came through them, and what came through them was longing. These things—the beauty, the memory of our own past—are good images of what we really desire; but if they are mistaken for the thing itself they turn into dumb idols, breaking the hearts of their worshipers. For they are not the thing itself; they are only the scent of a flower we have not found, the echo of a tune we have not heard, news from a country we have never yet visited.”

“I believe that things we cry over because they are lost, can never be compared to things we will receive because of our loses. God is a great restorer!”

“To every man, in his acquaintance with a new art, there comes a moment when that which before was meaningless first lifts, as it were, one corner of the curtain that hides its mystery, and reveals, in a burst of delight which later and fuller understanding can hardly ever equal, one glimpse of the indefinite possibilities within.”