Stop giving your precious energy to things that make you feel bad.

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.

We are creating at this moment what our tomorrow will be

Those who perpetrate stories must act cruelly.

Now learning a bit more about footballers I think what they need to do well, is someone who really wants to stay in the background and just be a strong support.

The free trade movement in the middle of the last century represents the first conscious recognition of these new circumstances and of the necessity to adapt to them.

Writing is really freeing because it's the only part of the process where it's just you and the characters and you are by yourself in a room and you can just hash it out. There are no limitations.

The biggest fatal flaw in most fictional portrayals of nanotech - what sends those books arcing across the room - is ignoring that the nanobots need energy to do... anything.

We meet no Stranger, but Ourself.

In a novel, the only budgetary limitations are that of your imagination.

You cannot be too active as regards your own efforts; you cannot be too dependent as regards Divine grace. Do every thing as if God did nothing; depend upon God as if He did everything.

When the Ngdanga tribe of West Africa hold their moon love ceremonies, the men of the tribe bang their heads on sacred trees until they get a nose bleed, which usually cures them of that.