No matter how smart we may think we are, no matter how committed we are to our truth, we can lose our way.

Now I know what success is: living your truth, sharing it.

Decide what your truth is. Then live it.

Ask yourself: what is it, that if I believed it down to my core, would change everything?

The act of going within, finding our truth, and then sharing it, it helps us far more than we know.

One thing I've learned: we don't stumble accidentally into an amazing life. It takes decision, a commitment to consistently work on ourselves.

Pain doesn't last. And when it's gone, we have something to show for it. Growth.

If there's a definition of freedom, I think it's this: living life on your terms.

Success and failure come and go, but don't let them define you. It's who you are that matters.

The things I carry are my thoughts. That's it. They are the only weight. My thoughts determine whether I am free and light or burdened.

Peace is letting it be. Letting life flow, letting emotions flow through you.

Stop worrying about someone taking your spot. God already have it reserved. Do the work to get there and fill it!

I love Alice more than life itself, but I can't keep her hidden forever.

You walk a fine line between beautifully macabre and uncharacteristically psychotic.

I am urging the parents of black and Latino youngsters particularly to not let their children go out wearing hoodies.

Ragtime was my lullaby.

Try your hand at everything. Figure out what your space in the world is and take it. Then you can let other people in who will celebrate that about you, not try to turn you into something else.

It's very hard not to be a scoundrel nowadays. Everywhere there are pressures that work towards our personal and collective debasement.

The only figure in history who endures is Jesus.

I did not get on the bus to get arrested. I got on the bus to go home.

Probe him and learn where his strength is abundant and where deficient.