Why wait for your happiness to come from your future blessings, when this moment already has all you need to live happily?

I am deep in my willed habits. From the outside, I suppose I look like an unoccupied house with one unconvincing night-light left on. Any burglar could look through my curtains and conclude I am empty. But he would be mistaken. Under that one light unstirred by movement or shadows there is a man at work, and as long as I am at work I am not a candidate for Menlo Park, or that terminal facility they cynically call a convalescent hospital, or a pine box. My habits and the unchanging season sustain me. Evil is what questions and disrupts.

An evil mind will always live with the ghosts of its decisions and actions.

The fate of your dream lies in your actions.

The true fate of tomorrow lies on what you make of today.

One should cultivate good habits of memory, for it is capable of making existence a Paradise or an Inferno.