No matter what our age or what kind of problems we have, we can begin to make positive changes today.

Life is very simple. What I give out comes back to me. Today, I choose to give love.

I choose to make the rest of my life the best of my life.

I cannot change another person. I let others be who they are, and I simply love who I am.

Life is a lottery that we've already won. But most people have not cashed in their tickets.

I love myself, therefore, I behave in a loving way to all people for I know that that which I give out returns to me multiplied.

If we are willing to do the mental work, almost anything can be healed.

I am grateful for being alive today. It is my joy and pleasure to live another wonderful day.

Know that you are the perfect age. Each year is special and precious, for you shall only live it once. Be comfortable with growing older.

I give myself permission to be all that I can be, and I deserve the very best in life.

I truly believe that we are here to bless and prosper, each other.

Resolved, to study the Scriptures so steadily, constantly and frequently, as that I may find, and plainly perceive myself to grow in the knowledge of the same.

The question is not to know what is the meaning of life, but what meaning I can give to my life.

Am I grumpy? I might be. But I think maybe sometimes it's misinterpreted.

Winning is the first priority. Individual development is important, but if each guy gets better, the team gets better

Vice leaves repentance in the soul, like an ulcer in the flesh, which is always scratching and lacerating itself; for reason effaces all other griefs and sorrows, but it begets that of repentance.

Social media could be very strong in terms of bringing people together but it also takes up so much of people's time that I wonder if we've lost the ability to daydream.

At the heart of personality is the need to feel a sense of being lovable without having to qualify for that acceptance.

Proving I'm a good mother is the one achievement I'm most proud of. It's brought out the best in me.

Hebe's here, May is here! The air is fresh and sunny; And the miser-bees are busy Hoarding golden honey.

Miracles surround us at every turn if we but sharpen our perceptions of them.