Because time itself is like a spiral, something special happens on your birthday each year: The same energy that God invested in you at birth is present once again.

Remember that in a hall of perfect darkness, totally dark, if you light one small candle, its light will be seen from afar; its precious light will be seen by everyone.

When the soul is starved for nourishment, it lets us know with feelings of emptiness, anxiety, or yearning

This is the key to time management - to see the value of every moment.

You cannot add more minutes to the day, but you can utilize each one to the fullest.

There is no need to accept the standards of the world at large.

Our mission on earth is to recognize the void - inside and outside of us - and fill it.

When you waste a moment, you have killed it in a sense, squandering an irreplaceable opportunity. But when you use the moment properly, filling it with purpose and productivity, it lives on forever.

Without question, the material world and your everyday needs distract you from living meaningfully.

Before the day begins, you are not yet engaged in any physical activities. And it is only physically that you are constrained by the limits of time and place; mentally, there are no such boundaries.

Drink, eat, jump and dance as much as you can stand tonight, but not too much, because you are fifty now.

I curse the heavens for letting the stars fall, I curse myself for not being there to catch them.

If you never love, then you never lived.

Pride of opinion has been responsible for the downfall of more men on Wall Street than any other factor.

I don't mind if my future is long or short, as long as I'm doing the right thing. And as long as I behave for other people.

Pale January lay In its cradle day by day Dead or living, hard to say.

I tend to lose myself in the moment. I’m not very good at holding back. I don’t know how to do this without feeling everything. My emotions are the tool I use to perform.

If a man says, "I'll call you," and he doesn't, he didn't forget. . . . he didn't lose your number. . . . he didn't die. He just didn't want to call you.

Deciding what is to be sung and what is not to be sung is really what writing a musical is about.

She thought of how much people changed you. It was the opposite of what you always heard, that no one could change a person. It wasn't true. It was only through other people that one ever did change.

Once (Stan) Musial timed your fastball, your infielders were in jeopardy.