The intellect can only think about or analyze joy, but cannot feel it.

You cannot save everyone. Some people are going to destroy themselves no matter how much you try to help them.

An intelligent person is never afraid or ashamed to find errors in his understanding of things.

Every positive thought is a silent prayer which will change your life.

Your intelligence is a fire that can illuminate any darkness. Awaken and let your mind burn so brightly! You are alive for a reason!

You cannot save people from themselves. All you can do is stand firmly in your hopes for them, with compassion.

When the storm rips you to pieces, you get to decide how to put yourself back together again.

Some people are so addicted to their misery that they will destroy anything that gets in the way of their fix.

Your health is a long-range investment that will pay-off when you need it most.

If you are really humble you will put yourself first when you need to take care of you.

By choosing positivity you become a contender for the human spirit giving hope to those in need.

She remembered all too well how time had dragged without him, how she had shuffled about feeling waylaid, out of balance. How she could ever cope with his permanent absence?

What are you worried about, Burke?""You, me, fall, friends, college, life. Nothing big.

Note: addiction diverts attention

When we become too glib in prayer we are most surely talking to ourselves.

They were ridiculous times. After I won my World Championship in 1976, I went to Japan.

I think I was a pretty energetic kid. Well, I was energetic until about my mid-20s when I discovered alcohol. That's not entirely true, but you get older and the edge comes off.

But we can also take the radical view that the test of an economy has to do with the extent to which it is providing everybody with a decent means of living.

We live in a world of things, and our only connection with them is that we know how to manipulate or to consume them.

When I hit the bong I'm Godzilla takin' over Hong Kong Eatin' wonton with a shotgun in long johns.

Something in me was changed by Lincoln in the Bardo, and the great sublime/grotesque risk of [George Saunders'] ghosts was a part of it.