Balancing hopes, desires and an appreciating of the possibilities with a clear-eyed assessment of the limitations: that is the art of choosing.

When we speak of choice, what we mean is the ability to exercise control over ourselves and our environment. In order to choose, we must first perceive that control is possible.

We have the ability to create choice by altering our interpretations of the world.

In order to 'hold fast' to something, one must allow oneself to be held to something. That commitment may be one of the hardest things to practice in a world of so much choice.

Choice is the only tool we have that enables us to go from who we are today to who we want to be tomorrow.

The key to getting the most from choice is to be choosy about choosing.

The typical American reports making about 70 [choices] in a typical day.

I pick what are my priorities and I limit those priorities to less than five in my life and really in those particular areas put in the energy to try to make good choices.

Choosing is a creative process, one through which we construct our environment, our lives, ourselves.

The expansion of choice has become an explosion of choice.

What leads us astray is confusing more choices with more control. Because it is not clear that the more choices you have the more in control you feel. We have more choices than we've ever had before.

Trebuie sa te departezi putin de tine ca sa te poti apropia de ceilalti.

It's ridiculous to think that taking out words will heal hearts, because a palm-sized box is just not enough for the anger of this world.

I act with complete certainty. But this certainty is my own.

He should first show them in deeds rather than words all that is good and holy.

Most people, I've noticed, are instinctively harsh to strangers. They expect every approach to be an attack, every question to be an interruption.

I love who I am and all that I do.

Jan built herself an ivory tower to keep the wolves out; she never dreamed they were already inside.

He knocks the hell out of people, but in a Christian way.

We don’t own the planet Earth, we belong to it. And we must share it with our wildlife.

New York is nearly a grave. The Empire State Building is its gravestone.