The concept of boredom entails an inability to use up present moments in a personally fulfilling way.

Our intention creates our reality.

If you believe it will work out , you'll see opportunities. If you believe it won't you will see obstacles.

Love is the ability and willingness to allow those that you care for to be what they choose for themselves without any insistence that they satisfy you.

If you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change.

When you dance, your purpose is not to get to a certain place on the floor. It's to enjoy each step along the way.

How people treat you is their karma; how you react is yours.

Doing what you love is the cornerstone of having abundance in your life.

When you squeeze an orange, orange juice comes out, because that's what's inside. When you are squeezed, what comes out is what is inside.

If it excites you, if it makes you feel good, it's God speaking to you.

I cannot always control what goes on outside. But I can always control what goes on inside.

No effort makes a black crow into a white hawk.

Move it or lose it, lose it and you'll learn from it, but never give up.

I had many books and I had dreams of all kinds. Dreams in which were in a certain sense, how to say, easy to make because the near future was always extremely threatening.

The FDA has received over a million comments from citizens demanding labeling of GMOs. 90 percent of Americans agree. So, why no labeling?

After years of research, scientists recently reported that there is, indeed, arroz in Spanish Harlem. A full tongue and an empty brain are seldom parted.

The loveliest tune imaginable becomes vulgar and insupportable as soon as the public begins to hum it and the hurdy-gurdies make it their own.

Emphasizing and rewarding length over quality results in worse writing and more reader abandonment.

They finally pushed me out, It's cool though cos I hae a dog.

Am I allowed to say I really wanted this? This is fantastic.

On a day - alack the day! - Love, whose month is ever May, Spied a blossom passing fair Playing in the wanton air