It's not what we do once in a while that counts, but our habitual actions. What ultimately determines who we become and where we go in life are our decisions. These decisions shape our destiny.

No matter how many mistakes you make or how slow you progress, you are still way ahead of everyone who isn't trying.

Setting goals is the first step in turning the invisible into the visible.

Stay committed to your decisions, but stay flexible in your approach.

The only thing keeping you from what you want is your story about why you can't have it.

Life is a gift, and it offers us the privilege, opportunity, and responsibility to give something back by becoming more.

Only those who have learned the power of sincere and selfless contribution experience life's deepest joy: true fulfillment.

It's pretty simple - The Action you take will determine the results you Achieve.

Nothing can drag you down if you're not holding on to it.

The way we communicate with others and with ourselves ultimately determines the quality of our lives.

Its not about the goal. Its about growing to become the person that can accomplish that goal.

You will desperately realise the necessity of casting anchor to somewhere or being chained to someone or something when you are drifting in the emptiness of life!

Does it look like I have stupid written across my forehead

If I am only sure of one thing in life, it's that it's meant to be lived!

There was a moment when Prince did rock & roll with a sponge-y seductive sound. I think that's what was in our head for 'Get On Your Boots.' But actually, the song is much more punk rock.

Grief turns out to be a place none of us know until we reach it.

I have sometimes called this 'double listening'. Listening to the voice of God in Scripture, and listening to the voices of the modern world, with all their cries of anger, pain and despair.

I can sell out Madison Square Garden masturbating

I believe that everyone has it in them to kill another person. In desperation, or hatred, or at least to defend themselves.

The traces of our life here will lie cold and still, dreaming, like the brittle eyes of dolls in an abandoned cabin, and the last men will look to them for explanations, or apologies.