Misery loves good company, so if you are surrounded with drama, gossip and fools you may want to consider that you are presently at risk of becoming one of them.

You cannot save everyone. Some people are going to destroy themselves no matter how much you try to help them.

An intelligent person is never afraid or ashamed to find errors in his understanding of things.

Every positive thought is a silent prayer which will change your life.

Your intelligence is a fire that can illuminate any darkness. Awaken and let your mind burn so brightly! You are alive for a reason!

You cannot save people from themselves. All you can do is stand firmly in your hopes for them, with compassion.

When the storm rips you to pieces, you get to decide how to put yourself back together again.

Some people are so addicted to their misery that they will destroy anything that gets in the way of their fix.

Your health is a long-range investment that will pay-off when you need it most.

If you are really humble you will put yourself first when you need to take care of you.

By choosing positivity you become a contender for the human spirit giving hope to those in need.

It's how we see the world that keeps the darkness beyond at bay. Keeps it from pouring through and devouring us. I think all of us might know that, way down deep.

What one believes to be true either is true or becomes true within limits to be found experientially and experimentally. These limits are beliefs to be transcended.

I believe consistency and orthogonality are tools of design, not the primary goal in design.

Thou wilt find rest from vain fancies if thou doest every act in life as though it were thy last.

Hospice means end-of-life care. The admission ticket is a diagnosis from a doctor that you have six months or less to live.

Today, blood work and science are able to provide more of a movie of your health, identifying trends before they become an issue.

I tried to tell myself that it could be worse, that the world was not a wish-granting factory, that I was living with cancer not dying of it, that I mustn't let it kill me before it kills me.

The sins we do, people behold with optics, Which shew them ten times more than common vices, And often multiply them.

You have your opinion, I have mine, and it takes all kinds of nuts and dips to make a party, right?

Can't a rapper insist, like other artists, on a fictional reality, in which he is somehow still on the corner, despite occupying the penthouse suite?