Joy doesn't exist out in the world somewhere. Joy is an inside job.

You have an inner prosperity guide: your intuition. When you begin to pay attention to it, it will lead you to this truth - Abundance is your birthright.

It's time to launch yourself into that bigger life using your full capacities and with the light of our spirit shining brightly.

The way to create more joy in your life is by having an attitude of abundance.

I believe that God gives you hopes and dreams in a size that's too large, so you have something to grow into.

Honor your desire for a new life. Say yes to the small inklings of interest and curiosity that present themselves each day.

You have a contribution to make and unique gifts to offer. It's time to stop listening to the voices that tells you that you're not good enough, won't make it, or don't have anything to offer.

When you fill your soul by listening to and acting on your intuition, you'll find yourself moving toward the fulfillment of your dreams.

Would you rather be right, or would you rather be happy?

When you have a dream and are committed to achieving it, your life takes on new meaning. By unfolding a dream, you discover what makes you happy and brings you joy.

Positive thinking may seem like a fairly basic thing, but I know people who, when asked if they understand the importance of positive affirmations, reply, "Yes! I'm positive things will not work out!

Pictures deface walls oftener than they decorate them.

Many a fervid man writes books as cold and flat as graveyard stones.

Know when and how to get out of the way.

After my last audition for 'Game of Thrones,' they said, 'Congratulations, princess.' I was like, 'Bye-bye, call centre.'

There are times when born hollandaise heads, as well as nouveaux turbot freaks and recherche escargotphiles alike crave the saignet abundance of a New York steak.

Right now, politics follows the rules of talk radio - using conflict, tension, fear, and resentment to find new recruits.

I think that a man should be caring.

I believe firmly that it was the Almighty's goodness, to check my consummate vanity.

If I were to just focus on stand-up, I could actually, paradoxically enough, be home way more, because I would leave on a Friday, go do a couple theaters Friday, Saturday, maybe Sunday, come home.

It seems to me that the soul, when alone with itself and speaking to itself, uses only a small number of words, none of them extraordinary.