I think we're all born with this huge canvas in front of us and the paintbrushes and the paint, and we choose what to put on this canvas.

Life is very simple. What I give out comes back to me. Today, I choose to give love.

I choose to make the rest of my life the best of my life.

I cannot change another person. I let others be who they are, and I simply love who I am.

Life is a lottery that we've already won. But most people have not cashed in their tickets.

I love myself, therefore, I behave in a loving way to all people for I know that that which I give out returns to me multiplied.

If we are willing to do the mental work, almost anything can be healed.

I am grateful for being alive today. It is my joy and pleasure to live another wonderful day.

Know that you are the perfect age. Each year is special and precious, for you shall only live it once. Be comfortable with growing older.

I give myself permission to be all that I can be, and I deserve the very best in life.

I truly believe that we are here to bless and prosper, each other.

I remember being a teenager and being really impressed by "let's sit around and b*tch" people, and I have so little time for those people nowadays.

We have been friends together In sunshine and in shade.

It is very hard to stay alive just for your own sake. It is very hard to stare into day after day without another familiar face staring back. It turns your heart into a purposeless muscle.

Learning to take hold of one's life is very difficult in a culture that values property over life.

Any schoolboy could see that man as a force must be measured by motion, from a fixed point.

Warren Buffett's company reportedly owes the IRS a billion dollars in back taxes. When he said he wasn't paying enough taxes, he wasn't kidding.

Life owes me something more than it has paid me and I'm going out to collect it.

At North Hollywood High School, I was shunned by everyone. I would sit down in the cafeteria, and students would get up from the table and walk away. They thought I was from the Mafia...

God knows we have nothing of ourselves, therefore in the covenant of grace he requires no more than he gives, but gives what he requires, and accepts what he gives.

Tell me, was it you or your brother who was killed in the war?