Almost every magazine piece I've ever written, I felt like I haven't done it justice, like it was just a gloss.

When you forgive, you love. And when you love, God’s light shines through you.

Don't settle down and sit in one place. Move around, be nomadic, make each day a new horizon.

The core of mans' spirit comes from new experiences.

You are wrong if you think Joy emanates only...from human relationships. God has placed it all around us...and all you have to do is reach for it.

The only person you are fighting is yourself and your stubbornness to engage in new circumstances.

Most climbers aren't in fact deranged, they're just infected with a particularly virulent strain of the Human Condition.

Some people feel like they don't deserve love. They walk away quietly into empty spaces, trying to close the gaps of the past.

It is easy, when you are young, to believe that what you desire is no less than what you deserve, to assume that if you want something badly enough, it is your God-given right to have it.

I'm going to paraphrase Thoreau here... rather than love, than money, than faith, than fame, than fairness... give me truth.

I was dimly aware that I might be getting in over my head. But that only added to the scheme’s appeal. That it wouldn’t be easy was the whole point.

If that’s the case, I understand why emotions are hard for you. You’ve numbed yourself to make room for the grief you carry.

All is a-swarm with commentaries: of authors there is a dearth.

Each manifestation is an ascension opportunity. All manifestations teach something about oneself and mirror one’s own unconscious state of being.

Always turn a negative situation into a positive situation.

The hallmark of our times is change and acceleration, but we have to provide the history.

Tact is the art of making a point without making an enemy.

I was always a winner, but just didn't know it.

I have a girlfriend and she really keeps me grounded. Makes me normal.

Persons extremely reserved are like old enamelled watches, which had painted covers, that hindered your seeing what o'clock it was.

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