“Joy is a net of love in which you can catch souls.”

“Don’t think about those who are not doing it. Focus on your dreams, goals and actions and make sure it is done well.”

“To know, but to be as though not knowing, is the height of wisdom.”

“If conversion to Christianity makes no improvement in a man's outward actions – if he continues to be just a snobbish or spiteful or envious or ambitious as he was before – then I think we must suspect that his 'conversion' was largely imaginary.”

“God will supply our needs “according to His riches.”

“THE FIRST SECRET of self-made millionaires is simple: Dream Big Dreams!”

“Before you point fingers at someone, clean them well. You better remove that log on your lens before you can see the speck on someone's own afar!”

“I observed that most global achievers were first time global failures. It means, when you fail at your first attempt, perhaps that is the beginning of global influence. Don't give up. Dress up and go to work!”

“The stamp of the Saint is that he can waive his own rights and obey the Lord Jesus.”

“Courage is not absence of fear; it is control of fear, mastery of fear.”

“One might say that our words are a movie screen that reveals what we have been thinking and the attitudes that we have.”

“I got to the top the hard way—fighting my own laziness and ignorance every step of the way.”

“You've said nothing, of course, and I ask nothing," he was saying; "but you know that friendship's not what I want: that there's only one happiness in life for me, that word that you dislike so...yes, love!...”

“The universe is full of doors,”

“They, they, they. That was the problem with people like Joyce. They talked about the richness of their multicultural heritage and it sounded real good, until you noticed that they avoided black people. It wasn't a matter of conscious choice, necessarily, just a matter of gravitational pull, the way integration always worked, a one-way street. The minority assimilated into the dominant culture, not the other way around. Only white culture could be neutral and objective. Only white culture could be nonracial, willing to adopt the occasional exotic into its ranks. Only white culture had individuals. And we, the half-breeds and the college-degreed, take a survey of the situation and think to ourselves, Why should we get lumped in with the losers if we don't want to? We become only so grateful to lose ourselves in the crowd, America's happy, faceless marketplace; and we're never so outraged as when a cabbie drives past us or the woman in the elevator clutches her purse, not so much because we're bothered by the fact that such indignities are what less fortunate coloreds have to put up with every single day of their lives-- although that's what we tell ourselves-- but because we're wearing a Brooks Brothers suit and speak impeccable English and yet have somehow been mistaken for an ordinary nigger. Don't know who I am? I'm an individual!”