I’m a blank canvas that I can paint however I desire. For the first time ever, I get to be the character in my own fantasy land.

Winning doesn’t always mean being first. Winning means you’re doing better than you’ve ever done before.

There was a golden retriever who saved countless lives on September 11 by going back in to find people. His companion was in a wheelchair. He got him out and kept going back in to save others.

The kaleidoscope has been shaken. The pieces are in flux. Soon they will settle again. Before they do, let us re-order this world around us.

The art of leadership is saying no, not saying yes. It is very easy to say yes.

God knows, I never want to hurt someone's feelings.

I want my son to grow up in a place where the people are more powerful than the government and not the other way around.

Winning doesn't always mean being first. Winning means you're doing better than you've ever done before.

It's sad to know I'm done. But looking back, I've got a lot of great memories.

It's just different discipline, just doing the voice over. I guess I've done about 5 or 6 audio books in the past and I do the animated voice for a show called Fatherhood on Nickelodeon.

There is no meeting of minds, no point of understanding with such terror. Just a choice: Defeat it or be defeated by it. And defeat it we must.

All the wealth in the world is nothing, pointless - of no true value - if you yourself feel worthless.

Our stories must be written, shared and communicated.

I am still bullied occasionally. However, none of my current bullies really exist. They’re all in my head. Be your own best friend instead of your worst enemy.

Criticism can be effective when there is something that must be destroyed or dissolved, but it is capable only of harm when there is something to be built.

You either pray or worry. Don't do both.

Found out. A nothing player.

We receive our nourishment from the Mother Earth. So we should put our hands together in an attitude of prayer and say "please" and "thank you" when dealing with nature.

If anything can rival Venice in its beauty, it must be its reflection at sunset in the Grand Canal.

The woods were made for the hunters of dreams, The brooks for the fishers of song; To the hunters who hunt for the gunless game The streams and the woods belong.

People who never had enough thrift and forethought to buy and pay for property in the first place seldom have enough to keep property up after they have gained it in some other way.