At the end of it all, it is our relationship with people that will determine whether they will share in our pain if we fall into dangers.

If you are someone who dislikes, condemns and rejects new ideas, you aren’t fit to lead.

You can’t shower happiness on others without getting few drops back on yourself.

You can’t afford to limit your joy. It has been proven several times that angry people are never happy people.

Anyone who wants to prevent you from making other people happy is an enemy. If you are stopping yourself from making others happy, you are your own enemy.

You put your own joy in prison if you work hard to make other people’s happiness suffocate.

Do what you can with all love and passion irrespective of whether it pays you well or not. Joy in the result lives longer than the joy in the reward.

The essence of one life is empowering another life, and so your passion has to be linked to the liberation of other people’s happiness.

Hatred is a burden that can hunt you day by day, robbing you off your personal joy in broad day light.

Haters can never rejoice especially when their enemy wins. The moment you can’t be happy when someone wins, watch yourself. That habit is not good for you.

Sometimes, people don’t need our monies and our treasures. All they need is our encouragements to give them hope.

All that we are is the result of what we have thought. The mind is everything. What we think we become.

Our borders and our obstacles can only do two things: (1) stop us in our tracks, or (2) force us to get creative.

One might reasonably wonder whether any amount of failed results would cause liberals to reevaluate the wisdom - and even fairness - of their proposals.

Listen to her voice, don't look at her.

You know what else I've learnt? That it's all right not to ride the crest of the wave. Every time a wave comes along I retreat, and I haven't come to any harm yet.

I want to live my life with no goals anymore, but just completely free, like I did when I was younger.

I can play just about any keyboard but I can't read or write a note.

Dennis Thatcher, husband of Margaret Thatcher, when asked who wore the pants in his house, said "I do, and I also wash and iron them." I only like two kinds of men; domestic and foreign.

The writer's job is not to write a novel, hold it up and say, “Here I am,” but to write a novel, hold it up and say, “Here YOU are.