I've learned that usually, the less I know about other people, the better off I am.

You cannot have a positive life and a negative mind.

Every day is a gift from God. Learn to focus on the Giver and enjoy the gift!

Being negative only makes a difficult journey more difficult. You may be given a cactus, but you don't have to sit on it.

Encourage everyone you meet with a smile or compliment. Make them feel better when you leave their presence and they will always be glad to see you coming.

We suffer much agony because we try to get from people what only God can give us, which is a sense of worth and value. Look to God for what you need, not to people.

Love can melt the hardest heart, heal the wounds of the broken heart and quiet the fears of the anxious heart.

I make mistakes every day. I'm not perfect in my behavior, but I want to be and that's what God is after, a heart that wants to be.

Don't be afraid to step out, have dreams, have visions, have hopes and always, always, always believe in miracles.

A positive attitude gives you power over your circumstances instead of your circumstances having power over you.

When we are truly confident and secure, the opinions of others cannot control us.

Every man needs a shadow to reveal his light, to always be that close, ever present, bonded forever in astral allegiance.

There are pockets of time, she thinks, where every sense rings like a bell, where the world brims with fleeting grace.

You have to tease your family. You tease the ones that you're closest to.

When you can leave a race track and there's people in tears because they won and (people) in tears because they got crashed, you know, that's what brings us to the race track.

There's no money back guarantee on future happiness.

That was the wonderful thing about Ramanujan. He discovered so much, and yet he left so much more in his garden for other people to discover.

Flowers rejoice when night is done, Lift their heads to greet the sun; Sweetest looks and odours raise, In a silent hymn of praise.

Is it not enough that we are torn from our country and friends, to toil for your luxury and lust of gain? Must every tender feeling be likewise sacrificed to your avarice?

Memories I had locked away have begun to break free, like shards of ice fracturing off an arctic shelf. In sleep, these broken floes drift toward the morning light of remembrance.

Love makes fools of us all, big and little.