This is enough. Do not add, And why were such things made in the world?

The happiness of your life depends upon the quality of your thoughts.

When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive - to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love.

Everything we hear is an opinion, not a fact. Everything we see is a perspective, not the truth.

It never ceases to amaze me: we all love ourselves more than other people, but care more about their opinions than our own.

You have power over your mind - not outside events. Realize this, and you will find strength.

The opinion of 10,000 men is of no value if none of them know anything about the subject.

If you are distressed by anything external, the pain is not due to the thing itself, but to your estimate of it; and this you have the power to revoke at any moment.

Whenever you are about to find fault with someone, ask yourself the following question: What fault of mine most nearly resembles the one I am about to criticize?

The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape finding oneself in the ranks of the insane.

Very little is needed to make a happy life; it is all within yourself, in your way of thinking.

When life gives you lemons, sell them and buy a pineapple. How to better your life 101.

Music is a thing that changes people's lives. It has the capacity to make young people's lives better.

I run a lot every morning.

Ridicule is the first and last argument of a fool.

I've read 'Valley of the Dolls' at least four times. It's so epic!

Act with honor, and Honor will aid you

A free society, to be truly worthy of that name, owes healthy, competent individuals the right to end their lives on their own terms.

I'm not sure we're presenting ourselves as real role models. I don't think literature has ever been a real place for role models.

I was nine-years-old when I first put on skates.

Restlessness is a fickle catalyst; it can drive you to achieve or it can coax your demise, and sometimes the choice isn't yours