I love my past. I love my present. I'm not ashamed of what I've had, and I'm not sad because I have it no longer.
While we have the gift of life, it seems to me that only tragedy is to allow part of us to die - whether it is our spirit, our creativity, or our glorious uniqueness.
Never read a book through merely because you have begun it.
Starting with getting run down by a drunk burning his way down Valencia -- that were infinitely more likely and immediate than terrorists.
Be thou the first true merit to befriend, his praise is lost who stays till all commend.
A mind troubled by doubt cannot focus on the course to victory.
Self-importance is our greatest enemy. Think about it - what weakens us is feeling offended by the deeds and misdeeds of our fellowmen. Our self-importance requires that we spend most of our lives offended by someone.