As you move toward a dream, the dream moves toward you.

Growth is an erratic forward movement: two steps forward, one step back. Remember that and be very gentle with yourself.

What we really want to do is what we are really meant to do. When we do what we are meant to do, money comes to us, doors open for us, we feel useful, and the work we do feels like play to us.

The voice of our original self is often muffled, overwhelmed, even strangled, by the voices of other people’s expectations.

I have learned, as a rule of thumb, never to ask whether you can do something. Say, instead, that you are doing it. Then fasten your seat belt. The most remarkable things follow.

Perfectionism is not a quest for the best. It is a pursuit of the worst in ourselves, the part that tells us that nothing we do will ever be good enough - that we should try again.

It takes constant vigilance not to slip into negativity or simple apathy. It takes courage to believe over any given period of time that we are getting better and not sliding into decline.

Creativity requires faith. Faith requires that we relinquish control.

If we lean into what we love instead of soldiering toward what we 'should,' our pace quickens, our energy rises, optimism sets in. What we love is nutritious for us.

What we focus on, we empower and enlarge. Good multiplies when focused upon. Negativity multiplies when focused upon. The choice is ours: Which do we want more of?

Creativity - like human life itself - begins in darkness.

You are a living, breathing magnet, and love is your magnetic power.

If you don't appreciate your customers, someone else will.

If souls existed, they resided in flesh.

But home did not seem the right word for it. It hadn’t quite been home for years. Not like it used to be.

The most important thing in life is to stop saying 'I wish' and start saying 'I will

Today we are always as ready to judge as we are to fornicate.

Allowance of the freedom of choices in direction, either for the group or individuals particularly in the near future.

How sickly grow, How pale, the plants in those ill-fated vales That, circled round with the gigantic heap Of mountains, never felt, nor ever hope To feel, the genial vigor of the sun!

First, we must do our own personal work, then we tend the necessary work of our family, then our community, then the world.

The truth is, I was always picky anyway.