I'm about to get my grind on. My coffee grind. Like a true hustler.

The more compelled I became to figure it out.

As I actualize, I uncover.

If I have exhausted the justifications, I have reached bedrock and my spade is turned. Then I am inclined to say: 'This is simply what I do.

If I have exhausted the justifications, I have reached bedrock and my spade is turned. Then I am inclined to say: "This is simply what I do."

I have to keep going to find out ultimately what is the matter with it in the end.

A conclusion is the place where you got tired thinking.

The early Christians compared the human mind to a constantly grinding millstone; it is up to the miller to determine what it will grind: good wheat or worthless weeds. Our minds are always grinding, but it is up to us to choose what to feed them.

From dreams I proceed to facts.

Reasoning draws a conclusion, but does not make the conclusion certain, unless the mind discovers it by the path of experience.

"They really put you through the grind.”

I agree to, or rather aspire to, my doom.

I worked so hard to understand it that it must be true.

I ask and I ask and I ask, until I begin to get a gut feeling about something. And that’s when I make a decision.