The professional respects his craft. He does not consider himself superior to it. He recognizes the contributions of those who have gone before him. He apprentices himself to them.

Go tell the Spartans, stranger passing by, that here obedient to their laws we lie.

Rule of thumb: The more important a call or action is to our soul's evolution, the Resistance we will feel toward pursuing it.

Don't cheat the world of your contribution. Give it what you've got.

Never forget: This very moment, we can change our lives. There never was a moment, and never will be, when we are without the power to alter our destiny.

The essence of professionalism is the focus upon the work and its demands, while we are doing it, to the exclusion of all else.

The most important thing about art is to work. Nothing else matters except sitting down every day and trying.

We come into this world with a specific, personal destiny. We have a job to do, a calling to enact, a self to become. We are who we are from the cradle, and we're stuck with it.

A horse must be a bit mad to be a good cavalry mount, and its rider must be completely so.

Most of us have two lives. The life we live, and the unlived life within us. Between the two stands Resistance.

The more scared we are of a work or calling, the more sure we can be that we have to do it.

Even now I am full of hope but the end lies in God.

I feel a social responsibility. We need to open people's eyes. There is a lack of education in Ethiopia.

You've got to have camaraderie or togetherness on a baseball team if you want to win.

When I was a young musician, the only option available to pursue secondary education in music was to attend a classical conservatory.

I find it easier to work when it's quiet.

Perhaps people ought to feel with more imagination.

A tip: if you're invited to your friend's country club to go the lost and found bin and pretend that you left something there. Next thing you know, you have a fabulous sweater.

I grow beyond my family's limitations and live for myself. It is my turn now.

The Holy Spirit is no skeptic. He has written neither doubt nor mere opinion into our hearts, but rather solid assurances, which are more sure and solid than all experience and even life itself.

Softly drops the crimson sun: Softly down from overhead, Drop the bell-notes, one by one, Melting in the melting red.