Nourish the mind like you would your body. The mind cannot survive on junk food.

If you really want to do something, you'll find a way. If you don't, you'll find an excuse.

Either you run the day or the day runs you..

Don't wish it were easier. Wish you were better.

Motivation is what gets you started. Habit is what keeps you going.

Either you run the day or the day runs you.

Discipline is the bridge between goals and accomplishment.

Focus on the solution, not on the problem.

Your life does not get better by chance, it gets better by change.

Poor people have big TV's. Rich people have big libraries.

Don’t join an easy crowd; you won’t grow. Go where the expectations and the demands to perform are high.

The problem is when you are writing something in retrospective, it needs a lot of courage not to change, or you will forget a certain reality, and you will just take in consideration your view today.

I knew that was really the only purpose of life: to be our self, live our truth, and be the love that we are.

That was a terrible Super Bowl, I have to say. I mean you got the big Peyton Manning walk off into the sunset win, but what a shnoozo.

Barry Bonds in the news. Yesterday Barry Bonds' agent said that Bonds could hit as many as 1,000 home runs. And the agent admitted he's on more drugs than Barry Bonds.

You have to have the ability to remake yourself. Whatever that is. Every several years... Every five to 10 years.

I'm from out of town," he said breezily. This was true. He'd never been within a hundred light-years of the place.

Burlesque is beautiful: It's art, it's fun, it's done with a lot of comedy - an awful lot of big wink-wink and nudge-nudge.

You do have an eye for the tarnished lining.

Socialism is a society where the resources are used democratically to provide a better life for all, based on ending the dictatorship of big business over the economy and politics.

I believed there were no Hypotheticals in the sense of consciously acting agents - conscious entities. There was only the process. The needles of evolution, endlessly knitting.