Many times what we perceive as an error or failure is actually a gift. And eventually we find that lessons learned from that discouraging experience prove to be of great worth.

Nothing in this world compares to the comfort and security of having someone just hold your hand.

A daily dose of daydreaming heals the heart, soothes the soul, and strengthens the imagination.

One way or another, I think we are all destined to learn the same lessons in life. Universal truths are universal truths. They cannot be changed.

Statistics, likelihoods, and probabilities mean everything to men, nothing to God.

Just pick a goal and stick to it―no big complicated secret.

Life isn't all grand, but it isn't all miserable either.  There's both sweet and sour in every day.  So why focus on the ugly when you can gaze at what's beautiful?  Concentrate on the good.

You will realize one day that all the money in the world cannot buy you happiness. Nor can it make you a person of good character.

What you perceive as a failure today may actually be a crucial step towards the success you seek. Never give up.

No matter how loud the sirens or how numerous the hazard signs, we all touch the flames at least once to prove they're hot.

World peace, true love, and happily-ever-afters amount to wasted wishes, failed endeavors, and most precious dreams.

I am a decent man who believe in myself and respect others.

All ways will lead and take you there as long as you know where you want to go.

I've got nothing against records - I've spent my life making them - but they are a kind of historical blip.

Love can change us beyond recognition, we become love-sick, soft-eyed jelly-bellied fools.

Life does not always gives us the choices that we want

We all rely on the market's transparency and integrity.

A generous friendship no cold medium knows, Burns with one love, with one resentment glows; One should our interests and our passions be, My friend must hate the man that injures me.

I'm not interested in being commodified. I'm not into being sold. I'm not a slave.

Beneath the blossoms with a pot of wine, No friends at hand, so I poured alone; I raised my cup to invite the moon, Turned to my shadow, and we became three.

May the World Day of Consecrated Life be a timely occasion to rediscover the centrality of Jesus in our lives.