As my father used to tell me, the only true sign of success in life is being able to do for a living that which makes you happy.

It’s our nature: Human beings like success but they hate successful people.

I’m glad that my parents missed one thing that was really unbelievable. They saw me hit this great success. It was a blast and we had a lot of laughs. And it was just an amazing time. They passed away. And then after I got, you know, famous, all these haters came out of nowhere.

In a way, a certain amount of self-criticism is a good thing, because it keeps you humble. Realizing that no matter what success you’ve achieved, you can still make enemies makes you humble, too.

One measure of your success will be the degree to which you build up others who work with you. While building up others, you will build up yourself.

Success is like death. The more successful you become, the higher the houses in the hills get and the higer the fences get.

If God has made the world a perfect mechanism, He has at least conceded so much to our imperfect intellect that in order to predict little parts of it, we need not solve innumerable differential equations, but can use dice with fair success.

Success without honor is an unseasoned dish it will satisfy your hunger, but it won’t taste good.

Success doesn’t mean that you are healthy, success doesn’t mean that you’re happy, success doesn’t mean that you’re rested. Success really doesn’t mean that you look good, or feel good, or are good.