All women are goddesses, and it's just a matter of letting that goddess-power shine - and if you don't try to be the biggest and baddest damn goddess you can be, you are selling yourself short.

You can do anything you put your mind to, and you can do it in stilettos.

Live life on your own path. Everybody's got something different. You can't keep up with all those people, so you better keep up with yourself.

Always dress like you're going to see your worst enemy.

Fabulosity. It's a state of being.

Be stingy with your money! Don't splurge at the mall - and definitely don't give it to your boyfriend!

Live honestly to a higher note. Life is too short. So, do the best you can and live your life to a higher note.

Nobody automatically believes in your dream. Nobody! You have to turn it into reality through your own sheer grit, bullheadedness and persistence.

I'm very determined, honest, open and definitely very energetic. I expect a lot as a boss and I'm very demanding, but I ask that of myself too.

A woman may be a mother, a sister, a business woman, or she may own a business. Woman do many things, and it is important that we do it with grace and style.

You should aspire to a level of personal excellence - to be the best you can be. You should aspire to have the richest life you can get in terms of fulfillment, happiness and peace.

Truth be told, if Islam and the Sixth Mass Extinction continue on their path unhindered, chances are worlds will collide with high casualty rates...

Ideas that don't even exist have the power to destroy the world.

The mere sense of living is joy enough.

That's what life is, just one learning experience after another, and when you're through with all the learning experiences you graduate and what you get for a diploma is, you die.

The rising productivity of labor is a myth, a statistical illusion created by measuring combined output in terms of labor input.

We must have a theme, a goal, a purpose in our lives.

I've always noticed that girls cry way easier than guys do.

My trainer don't tell me nothing between rounds. I don't allow him to. I fight the fight. All I want to know is did I win the round. It's too late for advice.

God gives us humans everything we need to flourish, but he's not the one who's supposed to divvy up the loot. That charge was laid upon us

The baby, assailed by eyes, ears, nose, skin, and entrails at once, feels it all as one great blooming, buzzing confusion.