Many people have stopped growing. When you stop growing, you stop living. Many have stopped living and now just bide their time before it becomes official.

Have you chosen to accept what life has given you, or are you choosing to create your life? There is a powerful difference.

Could you free yourself from the chains of the oppressors and learn to live in the beauty of YOU?

Don’t clock off from life, you are still standing and that is testament there is more to live. Embrace life.

What within you lies in that symbolic unmarked grave? How can you create the memorial to you and your best life and effort? Make tomorrow today and make today count.

Hope builds and creates dreams. Fear keep us firmly entrenched in the status quo

What stops most people in their tracks. It’s not the dreaming, we all have dreams. It’s not the visioning process. It’s usually the hard part of the equation. The part where we need to create action.

Our distracted digital world is here to stay, so the question is more of how we can truly embrace the beauty that is the stillness and the silence.

Toxic people sell you short. When you listen to them, you give them power, that’s when you sell yourself short.

One thing I can assure you, life is not easy, but it can be simple. Focus on what's important and don't let your distractions derail you.

Take the time to celebrate stillness and silence and see the joy that the world can bring, simply.

Every child should be taught how to read, write and think.

An enduring belief in light rises above the darkness of night.

I'd rather sing a sad song than eat.

I don't think age has anything to do with what you write about.

The truth that could be extracted from words was such a fluctuating, relative truth.

Nixon was a bad loser. He hated losing worse than death, and that is why I enjoyed him. We were both football fans, both addicts; and on some days, nothing else mattered.

Rest. Heal. Sleep. I shall most likely kill you on the morrow.” “You? A Princess Bride quote?” I croaked. “What is that?” she asked.

When two friends part they should lock up one another's secrets, and interchange their keys.

O Scotia! my dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heaven is sent

I knew you'd decide to be all right again.