But what is worse, smelling the roast and not feasting, or not smelling the roast at all?

Somewhere, the zebra is dancing.

Very gently. Like there are eggshells on your pedals, and you don’t want to break them. That’s how you drive in the rain.

The human language, as precise as it is with its thousands of words, can still be so wonderfully vague.

That which we manifest is before us; we are the creators of our own destiny. Be it through intention or ignorance, our successes and our failures have been brought on by none other than ourselves.

You should shine with all of your light all the time.

That which is around me does not affect my mood; my mood affects that which is around me.

There is no dishonor in losing the race. There is only dishonor in not racing because you are afraid to lose.

This is a rule of racing: No race has ever been won in the first corner; many have been lost there.

He died that day because his body had served its purpose. His soul had done what it came to do, learned what it came to learn, and then was free to leave.

We too, must shatter the mirrors. We must look in to ourselves and root out the distortions until that thing which we know in our hearts is perfect and true, stands before us.

Your children will smash your understanding, knowledge and reality. You will be better off. Then they will leave. You'll miss them forever.

Desire is the key to motivation, but determination, commitment, and actions are the keys to success.

Not this in-between thing that Levi had, where his brain could catch the words but couldn't hold on to them.

Purify thy sacred soul.

Had I to create a name for these times, I’d say it is the age of craziness

I'm not a macroeconomics person.

The mythical America?that marvellous, heroic, sentimental landwas an object of faith. It challenged you to make the believer's leap over the rude facts at your feet.

Money is a life skill – and as parents, grandparents, interested adults – it's up to us to make sure our children are prepared for the financial world they are going to face.

If only, then, I had been more living out of the present--such a beautiful word...present. The sense of it being, now to me, more beautiful than 'to look forward.

So we face our final hours...and all that was once certain has become uncertain. Except for defeat. That, as always, is the end of all our stories.