Prejudice is a learned trait. You're not born prejudiced; you're taught it.

Life is 10% what happens to you and 90% how you react to it.

We have a choice every day regarding the attitude we will embrace for the day. Life is 10% what happens to us and 90% how we react to it. Our attitude is everything.

We are all faced with a series of great opportunities brilliantly disguised as impossible situations.

Don't get older; get better: Live realistically. Give generously. Adapt willingly. Trust fearlessly. Rejoice daily.

Allow me to offer a simple definition of wisdom. Wisdom is looking at life from God's point of view.

Each day of our lives we make deposits in the memory banks of our children.

Anything under God's control is never out of control.

Worry is assuming responsibilities that you cannot handle. They truth is, they are responsibilities that God never intended for you to handle, because they are His.

Times may be hard and people may be demanding, but never forget that life is special. Every single day is a special day. God is at work in you!

The difference between something good and something great is attention to detail.

In tears, we labour for what we want.

To remember a man’s name is to give him eternal life

Kindness expressed to a stranger is kindness expressed to God.

My work is trying to at least define myself on my own terms, and then if other people enjoy things that's a lovely addition.

Your childhood hunger is the one that never leaves you.

Your worst enemy, he reflected, was your nervous system. At any moment the tension inside you was liable to translate itself into some visible symptom.

But whatever happens, when you leave London you feel like a winner because it's a great venue and it's so nice to be there with all the guys.

One of the most difficult things to do in life is thinking; that's why so few people engage in it.

My parents know I was outgoing as a child, and whenever people came over I'd automatically do impressions of them as soon as they left; it was my mom's favorite thing.

the year she had run fleetly through the dewy grass under the moon- the night of wine, when dreams condensed out of thin air like the nightmilk of fantasy.