I tried every diet under the sun and none of them worked but, more importantly, they were robbing me of my love of food.

Worrying is just a prayer for the worst possible scenario.

Figuring out how to eat healthfully on your own without your parents' guidance is one of the hardest lessons you must learn when you leave home for college.

I have two pairs of stretchy maternity leggings and jeans, which I will never give up, because once you experience an elastic band for a waist, you will never go back.

I am proactive and looking to change my own behavior rather than others' - which is generally much more successful!

I do what I do because my favorite thing is to learn.

Exercise is important, but exercise in a gym is not important. Go and take a walk outside. Skip the umpteenth coffee date and go for a hike instead. Take the stairs. Walk your errands.

While fad diets might seem like the quick-fix solution to lose weight, they won't help you get healthy in the long run.

Food is medicine! We have forgotten that!

Ultimately, it's how you approach things in life that puts a smile on your face.

My mom is a great cook, and family dinners were a must growing up, even if that meant eating at 10 p.m. when my dad got home from the hospital. It's where we did our family bonding.

People need to be loved and then to be led.

If we open a quarrel between the past and the present we shall find we have lost the future.

For still I see that forethought spares afterthought and after-sorrow.

I just loved being divorced from my own wretchedness.

If we can't have an open and honest debate about the value of ideas in a university in Glasgow, or Boston, or anywhere else in the world, then where are they going to go?

The headlines are critically important. The majority of the public reads little else when deciding whether or not they are interested.

Great men show politeness in a particular way; a smile suffices to assure you that you are welcome, and keep about their avocations as if you were a member of the family.

It’s never too late to do the right thing.

I'm just a good Catholic boy - I do naughty things and feel guilty about them.

What would constitute useful history? That which should teach us our duties and our rights, without appearing to teach them.