W. Clement Stone

Every great man, every successful man, no matter what the field of endeavor, has known the magic that lies in these words: every adversity has the seed of an equivalent or greater benefit.

We have a problem. Congratulations. But it’s a tough problem. Then double congratulations.

Self-suggestion makes you master of yourself.

So many fail because they don’t get started – they don’t go. They don’t overcome inertia. They don’t begin.

Bondage is… subjection to external influences and internal negative thoughts and attitudes.

Everyone who achieves success in a great venture, solves each problem as they came to it. They helped themselves. And they were helped through powers known and unknown to them at the time they set out on their voyage. They keep going regardless of the obstacles they met.

Among all forms of mistake, prophecy is the most gratuitous.

Explore thyself. Herein are demanded the eye and the nerve.

There is this to be said in favor of drinking, that it takes the drunkard first out of society, then out of the world.

Tear thyself from delay.

Human ‘beans’ is the only animals that is killing their own kind.

The right merchant is one who has the just average of faculties we call common sense; a man of a strong affinity for facts, who makes up his decision on what he has seen. He is thoroughly persuaded of the truths of arithmetic. There is always a reason, in the man, for his good or bad fortune in making money. Men talk as if there were some magic about this. He knows that all goes on the old road, pound for pound, cent for cent – for every effect a perfect cause – and that good luck is another name for tenacity of purpose.

Big jobs usually go to the men who prove their ability to outgrow small ones.

This merriment of parsons is mighty offensive.

I was afraid that by observing objects with my eyes and trying to comprehend them with each of my other senses I might blind my soul altogether.

For death is no more than turning us over from time to eternity.

At the bottom of all the tributes paid to democracy is the little man walking into the little booth with a little pencil, making a little cross on a little bit of paper. No amount of rhetoric or voluminous discussion can possibly diminish the overwhelming importance of that point.

If you want the time to pass quickly, just give your note for 90 days.

Today is Trinity Sunday. Centuries ago words were written to be a call and a spur to the faithful servants of Truth and Justice: Arm yourselves, and be ye men of valor, and be in readiness for the conflict; for it is better for us to perish in battle than to look upon the outrage of our nation and our altar. As the Will of God is in Heaven, even so let it be.

The best place to seek God is in a garden. You can dig for him there.

A myriad of men are born; they labor and sweat and struggle; …they squabble and scold and fight; they scramble for little mean advantages over each other; age creeps upon them; infirmities follow; …those they love are taken from them, and the joy of life is turned to aching grief. It comes at last-the only unpoisoned gift earth ever had for them-and they vanish from a world where they were of no consequence, …a world which will lament them a day and forget them forever.