You hold in your hand the camel's-hair brush of a painter of Life. You stand before the vast white canvas of Time. The paints are your thoughts, emotions and acts.

Let your light shine. Be a source of strength and courage. Share your wisdom. Radiate love.

Champion the right to be yourself; dare to be different and to set your own pattern, live your own life, and follow your own star.

Be gentle with yourself, learn to love yourself, to forgive yourself, for only as we have the right attitude toward ourselves can we have the right attitude toward others.

Our children are watching us live and what we are shouts louder than anything we can say.

Big thinking precedes great achievement.

See it big, and keep it simple.

Success is not arriving at the summit of a mountain as a final destination. It is a continuing upward spiral of progress. It is perpetual growth.

We give of ourselves when we give gifts of the heart: love, kindness, joy, understanding, sympathy, tolerance, forgiveness. . .

It is great to love life. Accept life as a precious gift from the hand of God and strive to make the most of it.

Love is the creative fire, the inspiration that keeps the torch of progress aflame.

What is in the minds of the majority the society is unmindful of.

For if the trumpet give an uncertain sound who shall prepare himself to the battle?

A proper respect for nature means that you can't pollute the air, poison the rivers and chop down the forests indiscriminately without suffering greatly.

Without stories we would go mad. Life would lose its moorings or lose its orientations. even in silence we are living our stories

To like an individual because he's black is just as insulting as to dislike him because he isn't white.

In the corridors under tehre is nothing but sleep. And stiller than ever on orchard boughs they keep Tryst with the moon, and deep is the silence, deep On moon-washed apples of wonder.

In order to master the unruly torrent of life the learned man meditates, the poet quivers, and the political hero erects the fortress of his will.

A lot of people think Utah is a bad place to play, but hell nah.

It is You Jesus, stretched out on the cross, who gives me strength and are always close to the suffering soul. Creatures will abandon a person in his suffering, but You, O Lord, are faithful.

There is only one real tragedy in a woman's life. The fact that her past is always her lover, and her future invariably her husband.