You are what you do, not what you say you'll do.

It's not what one is, it's what one does with it.

Your calling isn’t something that somebody can tell you about. It’s what you feel. It is the thing that gives you juice. The thing that you are supposed to do. And nobody can tell you what that is. You know it inside yourself.

It's not what happens to you, but how you react to it that matters.

You are what you do. Not what you say not what you believe not how you vote but what you spend your time on.

It isn't what we say or think that defines us, but what we do.

You become what you give your attention to.

You have to decide who you are and force the world to deal with you, not with its idea of you.

you are whatever the company you keep is.

What you are is a question only you can answer.

It’s not what you preach, it’s what you tolerate.

You Get to Choose How You Respond to Challenge

Whatever you feel, you become. It is your responsibility.

Have you ever thought about it? If somebody asks, “Who are you?” what do you answer? You say your name. The name is not yours, because you came into the world without a name. You came nameless; it is not your property, it has been given to you. And any name, A-B-C-D, would have been useful. It is arbitrary. It is not essential in any way. If you are called “Susan” good; if you are called “Harry” good, it makes no difference. Any name would have been as applicable to you as any other. It is just a label. A name is needed to call you by, but it has nothing to do with your being. Or you say, “I am a doctor” or you say, “I am an engineer” — or a businessman, or a painter, or this and that — but nothing says anything about you. When you say, “I am a doctor,” you say something about your profession, not about you. You say how you earn your living. You don’t say anything about life, you say something about your living. You may be earning your living as an engineer, or as a doctor, or as a businessman — it is irrelevant. It does not say anything about you. Or you say your father’s name, your mother’s name, you give your family tree — that too is irrelevant because that doesn’t define you. Your being born in a particular family is accidental; you could as well have been born in another family and you would not even have noticed the difference. These are just utilitarian tricks — and man becomes a “self.” This self is a pseudoself, a created, manufactured self, homemade. And your own real self remains deep down hidden in mist and mystery. I was reading: