I often find that people confuse inner peace with some sense of insensibility whenever something goes wrong. In such cases inner peace is a permit for destruction: The unyielding optimist will pretend that the forest is not burning either because he is too lazy or too afraid to go and put the fire out.

The only activity a cynic will find contagious is yawning, that is, with other people, at other people.

Tell me that the purpose of life is to have fun, and without a care in the world I'll begin wreaking havoc on everything I pass. Now that's what I call pure, honest fun.

When good people consider you the bad guy, you develop a heart to help the bad ones. You actually understand them.

If you want to find the real competition, just look in the mirror. After awhile you'll see your rivals scrambling for second place.

A poet should be so crafty with words that he is envied even for his pains.

For the believer, humility is honesty about one's greatest flaws to a degree in which he fearless about truly appearing less righteous than another.