I demolish my bridges behind me...then there is no choice but to move forward

It is better to go skiing and think of God, than go to church and think of sport.

I demolish my bridges behind me - then there is no choice but forward.

Love is life's snow. It falls deepest and softest into the gashes left by the fight - whiter and purer than snow itself.

The difficult is what takes a little time; the impossible is what takes a little longer.

Have you not succeeded? Continue! Have you succeeded? Continue!

Happiness is the struggle towards a summit and, when it is attained, it is happiness to glimpse new summits on the other side.

Is it not in the struggle to obtain knowledge that happiness exists? I am very ignorant, consequently the conditions of happiness are mine.

You are one with your skis and nature. This is something that develops not only the body but the soul as well, and it has a deeper meaning for a people than most of us perceive.

Never stop because you are afraid - you are never so likely to be wrong.

Alas! Alas! Life is full of disappointments; as one reaches one ridge there is always another and a higher one beyond which blocks the view.

I'm tired of all this nonsense about beauty being only skin-deep. That's deep enough. What do you want, an adorable pancreas?

Sometimes I get so frustrated with folk talking about how busy the devil is. Own your mess! You might be the devil. Stop inviting MESS into your life and blaming the devil!

You always say 'I'll quit when I start to slide', and then one morning you wake up and realize you've done slid.

I made a startling discovery. Time spent writing = output of work. Amazing.

If we learn the art of yielding what must be yielded to the changing present, we can save the best of the past.

I'm a liberal, I was born a liberal, and I will be a liberal 'til the day I die.

Walk down Forest Ave to Joey's Pizza like we used to do after performances, which doesn't exist anymore. We had a sense of community [in the school band].

Barak Obama initially opposed [war in Libia].

Disgust is intuitive microbiology

He is the half part of a blessed man, Left to be finished by such as she; And she a fair divided excellence, Whose fullness of perfection lies in him.