Don't let weeds grow around your dreams.

Love is when the other person's happiness is more important than your own.

When you can’t change the direction of the wind — adjust your sails

Hope is not a resting place but a starting point - a cactus, not a cushion

Every person that you meet knows something you don't; learn from them.

Life is slippery. Here, take my hand.

Never give up on what you really want to do. The person with big dreams is more powerful than one with all the facts.

If you're doing your best, you won't have any time to worry about failure.

Today, give a stranger one of your smiles. It might be the only sunshine he sees all day.

Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye.

Never forget the three powerful resources you always have available to you: love, prayer, and forgiveness.

I want you to move in with me, man.""Nah. I appreciate it, but I need to get a place of my own. I'm a grownup.

Books are the carriers of civilization. Without books, history is silent, literature dumb, science crippled, thought and speculation at a standstill.

What I'm not confused about is the world needing much more love, no hate, no prejudice, no bigotry and more unity, peace and understanding. Period.

I've always seen the world through the eyes of a scientist. I love the predictable outcomes that science gives us, the control over the world that that can render.

The community of mathematicians is similar to an imaginary community of musical composers whose only satisfaction is obtained by the interchange among themselves of the musical scores they compose.

It is not when it is dangerous to tell the truth that its advocates are hardest to find, but when it is boring.

We are being called into realization with great urgency and extraordinary beauty, and oftentimes not without difficulty.

It is time we passed a balanced budget amendment and return this government to limited spending.

Faith and love are apt to be spasmodic in the best minds: Men live on the brink of mysteries and harmonies into which yet they never enter, and with their hand on the doorlatch they die outside.

Hell lies at the bottom of the human heart.