“How can I trust a bank to keep my money safe when it has dozens of pens stolen every day?”

“To live every day as if it had been stolen from death, that is how I would like to live.”

“Not, how much of my money will I give to God, but, how much of God’s money will I keep for myself?”

“I live and occasionally I look up at the glorious air or the clouds into which I keep digging my grave with my pen, diligently, like a forced laborer, whom they order every day to dig deeper with his spade…”

“How can I trust you when I can't trust me”

“When I hit reset every 24 hours, in my mind I'm in competition with myself and whatever I did the day before, to keep topping how I did it… that's how I measure if I'm any greater in my action steps towards my greatness.”

“Everything is fine and bright. Day must follow every night. My power keeps me safe from harm. The Goddess holds me in her arms.”

“My mind is the only sanctuary that has not been stolen from me. Men have tried to breach it before, but I've learned to defend it vigorously, for I am only safe with my innermost thoughts.”

“Sometimes I think our central bank will keep printing money till we run out of trees.”

“Where is your sense of patriotism?"

I keep it hid away safe, along with my sense of trust, Mr. Clent. I don't use 'em much in case they get scratched.”