I want to speak to the dream in your heart. That dream that has taken a backseat as you have strived to live up to something different.

They say that knowledge is power. I believe that is only partially true. Knowledge is power only if your Wise Self interprets how it relates to you.

We know how to work hard. We know how to go for the goal. We know how to achieve, achieve, achieve but we don’t know how to enjoy the journey.

If we fast forward through the journey, like Adam Sandler in the movie, Click, we’ll look up one day and see that we missed our lives.

Certainly, it’s wise to ask for counsel in whatever you endeavor to do. There is safety in that. But when the asking comes from a place of dependence, it is unhealthy.

If there's going to be pain anyway, I'd rather it be the pain of growth rather than the pain of staying stuck.

I believe that purpose is not only a destination but it is the energy that pushes us toward its fulfillment.

Honoring your feelings awakens your soul. Feelings keep you awake. And it is from that awake place, that sound, that you build your life.

Dancing is about enjoying life. One of the hardest things for us to do is to dance.

Your humility is what secures your future and there is nothing like accountability partners who keep you real.

Men want to be known and loved for who they are by women.

The bright the light is, the darker the shadows are.

In this business (showbiz) it takes time to be really good and by that time, you're obsolete.

Pride flees when we compare ourselves to God instead of [to] other people.

I promised myself that we’d have this little air-clearing chat today without my tongue ending up in your mouth.

The man who says his prayers in the evening is a captain posting his sentries. After that he can sleep.

The only reason you're still conscious is because I don't want to carry your body.

Be truthful, say what you mean and mean what you say, don't ignore the given circumstances.

O happy childhood! blessed youth! But once we know thy potent power; But once we live all careless free; No cross to mar our love-lit bower.

The Gospel is not reformation, decoration or renovation. It is liberation.

The hand of Providence creeps among the stars, giving Slothrop the finger.