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.
A sculptor wields The chisel, and the stricken marble grows To beauty.
Happiness grows at our own firesides, and is not to be picked in strangers' gardens.
Knowledge shrinks as wisdom grows.
One does not fall in love; one grows into love, and love grows in him.
Doubt grows with knowledge.