Feeling is to know. Consciously understand that feeling is living.

What are you working towards everyday besides death?

Don't let anyone infiltrate your happiness. Protect it as if it's all you have, because it literally is.

Peace is a flame that can only be ignited from within. Harness positive thoughts and illuminate once again.

Nurture your dreams to fruition, refuse to let the rot in reality.

Hope will get you through the day and love shall carry you through the night. A couple of life's pillars.

Whatever you are pursuing don't stop, or you will forever be wondering how it would've turned out. Even if no one else believes, never give up on yourself.

Don't ever get discouraged, your effort may not be acknowledged but trust me it's noticed.

Where your attention lies is where your life thrives. Shift your focus if you're unsatisfied.

Belief is blind but with patience it too shall become apparent in due time.

Don't open up doors you won't have the strength later to close, be mindful of the acts you enable.

Information had become a critical tool that you can use to raise your bar across every barrier towards excellence. Deny this fact and maintain your bar wherever it was without even a millimeter lift.

Me, feeling. What a concept.

CSS is the design language of the web, and it is not as easy to use as it ought to be, and it can be confusing, especially if you are new to it.

A prudent question is one-half of wisdom.

Three events. Three gold medals. I was news, big news, in the sports world.

Among all the accomplishments of life none are so important as refinement; it is not, like beauty, a gift of Nature, and can only be acquired by cultivation and practice.

My music is rock. I listen to Red Hot Chili Peppers and I listen to one of my songs, and if I don't give you the same emotion, then I go back and re-spit.

And what has been just completely heart warming is to see that people are really hungry for something different.

Marry...into a family that will enable your children to feel proud of both sides of the house.

Come o'er the eastern hills, and let our winds Kiss thy perfumed garments; let us taste Thy morn and evening breath; scatter thy pearls Upon our love-sick land that mourns for thee.