Stop listening to fairy that money grows on the tree
Do you have a personal mantra? Mine comes from a childhood song. "Wherever I go the grass grows greener.
I am the dust and dirt from which this earth grows.
My reputation grows with every failure.
One does not fall in love; one grows into love, and love grows in him.
Happiness grows at our own firesides, and is not to be picked in strangers' gardens.
A sculptor wields The chisel, and the stricken marble grows To beauty.
Doubt grows with knowledge.
Knowledge shrinks as wisdom grows.