The deer season just opened. A deer hunter in Ventura Country brought in his first man yesterday.

Don't let yesterday take up too much of today.

When I die, I want to die like my grandfather who died peacefully in his sleep. Not screaming like all the passengers in his car.

We think we listen, but very rarely do we listen with real understanding, true empathy. Yet listening, of this very special kind, is one of the most potent forces for change that I know.

Growth occurs when individuals confront problems, struggle to master them, and through that struggle develop new aspects of their skills, capacities, views about life.

The curious paradox is that when I accept myself just as I am, then I can change.

As no one else can know how we perceive, we are the best experts on ourselves.

There are three kinds of men. The one that learns by reading. The few who learn by observation. The rest of them have to pee on the electric fence for themselves.

A person cannot teach another person directly; a person can only facilitate another's learning

We ought to be living as if Jesus died yesterday, rose this morning, and is coming back this afternoon.

The good life is a process, not a state of being. It is a direction not a destination.

The primary thing that determines how effective your life is how you carry out your calling

Then, in the spirit of benevolence, "Your face is well balanced." She slapped him encouragingly on the back, "You have very long eyelashes. Like a cow.

Follow your dreams with determination and conviction until they become true.

If his mother was drowning and I was drowning and he had to choose one of us to save, He says he'd save me.

A good country song takes a page out of somebody's life and puts it to music.

The ego searches for shortcomings and weaknesses. Love watches for any sign of strength. It sees how far each one has come and not how far he has to go.

Power positions do not yield to arguments, however rationally and morally valid, but only to superior power.

Halloween put me on the map, and I'm very sad to hear of his death.

However far modern science and techniques have fallen short of their inherent possibilities, they have taught mankind at least one lesson; nothing is impossible.

Love is a publicity stunt, and making love, after the first curious raptures, is only another petulant way to pass the time waiting for the studio to call.