Change can only work in two ways – for the better, or for the worst. Yet, regardless of whatever manner in which change comes into our lives, what matters is how we view it and how we react to it.

People come and go in this lifetime. Some merely pass us by. Some stay with us for a little while. Some leave as quickly as they come. However, when real friends come, they stay and never leave.

I choose to be a victor, and not a victim of change.

Change is uncomfortable and awkward at first. It has a ripping effect on those who refuse to go along with it. It is not fixed by crying, or worrying, or wallowing in self-pity and mental anguish.

It is said that ‘Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder’. I say, ‘Perfection lies in the heart of the receiver.

Even if all our senses fail to function − eyes turn blind and ears fail to listen − the heart will still listen, see and beat.

Since we have to make choices in life, why not choose the good ones?

Let us keep on dreaming and instead of saying “I wish” and waiting for it to happen, have the courage to say “I will” and make it come true.

Dream, live it and make it happen! As impossible as it may look and sound, this kind of thinking and attitude are what will keep us going.

Keep on dreaming. Keep on believing. It is free. And it is a choice.

As long as I dream, that is enough for me to keep moving forward.

The illusion which exalts us is dearer to us than ten thousand truths.

It was not apathy or passiveness. For him, prayer was a display of the strongest possible activity.

Like the roller coaster of life...novels aren't fun without ups and downs and even an occasional loop.

Academics tend to have wonderfully infantile senses of humor.

The Chinese have an excellent proverb: "Be modest in speech, but excel in action.

9/11 woke us up, a nuclear 9/11 could shut us down.

A mind lively and at ease, can do with seeing nothing, and can see nothing that does not answer.

The only cure for anxiety is to get down on our knees.

The first cut is the deepest.

Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime...