Find your Voice or risk fading out

Give people room to be what God created them to be, don't force them to fit into your own mold

Masters today, were Starters Yesterday, so begin now.

Don’t expect the world to dish you your wishes, go out and serve yourself.

Today, just take time to smell the roses, enjoy those little things about your life, your family, spouse, friends, job. Forget about the thorns -the pains and problems they cause you - and enjoy life

I’ve learned that no matter how inspired, fired up and motivated you might be, the dark clouds will always set in

Don't build your dreams on the opinions of men but on the promises of God

There are times that all you need is someone who will listen to you without judging you — not telling you what you should have done or should do, but simply, listening to you

Without the rocks, the streams will lose their song

Permit no one to define you by your mistakes or your past

Never let the occasional delays in your life dampen your dreams

I don't believe in God. And I certainly don't feel chosen.""I think you may be."I smiled dubiously. "Thank you.""It is not meant as a compliment. Hazard makes you elect. You cannot elect yourself.

It is agreed that 'girls take more bringing up' than boys: what that really means is that girls must be more relentlessly supervised and repressed if the desired result is to ensue.

I don't think that an artificially intelligent system that has superhuman intelligence will be violent. I do think that it will disrupt our culture.

One of the cool things I remember is the Swiss people brought their big cowbells.

I hope I'm not sitting on a bench in a retirement home talking about what was: "Oh, I worked with this guy and that guy." I hope I'm still doing it for a really long time.

It's the job that I take most seriously in my life and I think it's the hardest job.

If you've traveled independently through Tibet, Brandon Wilson's Yak Butter Blues will bring back memories...this lively memoir is sure to provide a yak-scented whiff of nostalgia.

Yes, that man acted ugly," she told us in plain English. "But throwing more ugliness back at him ain't the answer.

The delights of lust terminate in languishment and dejection; the object thou burnest for nauseates with satiety, and no sooner hadst thou possessed it, but thou wert weary of its presence.

It's silly for me to raise expectations too much, but I think I'm right on the basic trend, which is shifting power to consumers.