You've always had me ... and my heart. My soul. Everything. I wish it hadn't taken this long for me to man up.

Gratitude is the fairest blossom which springs from the soul.

The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the realist adjusts the sails.

A warm smile is the universal language of kindness.

Do more than belong: participate. Do more than care: help. Do more than believe: practice. Do more than be fair: be kind. Do more than forgive: forget. Do more than dream: work.

Opportunities are like sunrises. If you wait too long, you miss them.

The mediocre teacher tells. The good teacher explains. The superior teacher demonstrates. The great teacher inspires.

Study while others are sleeping; work while others are loafing; prepare while others are playing; and dream while others are wishing.

When we seek to discover the best in others, we somehow bring out the best in ourselves.

Gratitude can transform common days into thanksgivings, turn routine jobs into joy, and change ordinary opportunities into blessings.” —

Three enemies of personal peace: regret over yesterday’s mistakes, anxiety over tomorrow’s problems, and ingratitude for today’s blessings.

I belong to this notebook and this pencil.

Plus je vois le homes, plus j’admire les chiens” (The more I see of men, the more I admire dogs).

One down, forever to go, ” I whispered back.

Ideas are like rabbits. You get a couple and learn how to handle them and pretty soon you have a dozen.

I've always been fond of the saying that when it comes to oversight and reform, the federal government does two things well: nothing and overreact.

I think of people as members of an audience. But an audience acts independently of every individual. It's an organism on its own. I focus on that living hydra in the dark.

Everyman, when he gets quiet, when he becomes desperately honest with himself, is capable of uttering profound truths.

Be like the honeybee who gathers only nectar wherever it goes. Seek the goodness that is found in everyone.

An exclusive person hates ugliness, discomfort, enemies, sickness, poverty, ignorance. He finally concludes that there is no God and give himself over to abandonment.

The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible.