Don't be ashamed or embarrassed to dream big. You're living your life with hope, that's a powerful thing.

Progress is rarely a straight line. There are always bumps in the road, but you can make the choice to keep looking ahead.

Acknowledge all of your small victories. They will eventually add up to something great.

That's the thing about running: your greatest runs are rarely measured by racing success. They are moments in time when running allows you to see how wonderful your life it.

Don't try to rush progress. Remember -- a step forward, no matter how small, is a step in the right direction. Keep believing.

Do the work. Do the analysis. But feel your run. Feel your race. Feel the joy that is running.

There are a million reasons why you can't. Focus on the few reasons why you can.

The journey isn't always perfect, but always worth taking.

After we put my son to bed, my husband and I curl up and watch a movie or TV. That's when I finally put up my feet and have my glass of wine and a brownie.

Once you make the decision that you will not fail, the heart and the body will follow.

Racing is the fun part; it's the reward of all the hard work.

Poetry, plays, novels, music, they are the cry of the human spirit trying to understand itself and make sense of our world.

I put my trust in the Living God.

You cannot believe what you do not believe, Rumi siad. I am an Untouchable because my karma dictates it.

If you are looking for an excuse to quit you will find it, but if you are looking for a reason to continue you must fight for it.

Mozart would play a counterpart with his left hand while using his right to mock it. It was blue, dark, shadowy - and it made me feel something. That's when I realized music was inside me.

I walk with God, and He protects me. That may very well be true. I don't mean to make that sound like a joke, in case He is in charge.

Education in the key to preventing the cycle of violence and hatred that marred the 20th century from repeating itself in the 21st century.

Saying goodbye to the people you love isn't easy

Bush is the face on the can. But who canned that soup?

Dad, as a good American, believed his newspapers.