The day you were born, a ladder was set up to help you escape this world.

Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes. Because for those who love with heart and soul there is no such thing as separation.

Listen with ears of tolerance! See through the eyes of compassion! Speak with the language of love

I LOVE my friends neither with my heart nor with my mind. Just in case... HEART might stop. MIND can forget. I Love them with my Soul. SOUL never stops or forgets.

Whenever you are alone, remind yourself that God has sent everyone else away so that there is only you and Him.

Find the sweetness in your own heart, then you may find the sweetness in every heart.

Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.

When the world pushes you to your knees, you're in the perfect position to pray.

Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.

It's your road & yours alone. Others may walk it with you, but no one can walk it for you

Last night I begged the Wise One to tell me the secret of the world. Gently, gently, he whispered, "Be quiet, the secret cannot be spoken, It is wrapped in silence."

Yesterday I soared above the clouds. Today I'll walk the earth again.

Because there's no way on earth she's going to make it through college unless she grows some serious ovaries and turns this train wreck around

You don’t go on bended-knee to petition the official culture for your rights. You have to take them.

Thanksgiving dinners take eighteen hours to prepare. They are consumed in twelve minutes. Half-times take twelve minutes. This is not coincidence.

I try to do the right thing at the right time. They may just be little things, but usually they make the difference between winning and losing.

Coming from the University of Miami, I developed really good study habits.

I'm always so excited about what I do that I try to get everyone to feel that way.

I wouldn't be caught dead marrying a woman old enough to be my wife.

Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week? Or sell eternity to get a toy? For one grape who will the vine destroy?

But surely to tell these tall tales and others like them would be to spread the myth, the wicked lie, that the past is always tense and the future, perfect.