eventually, everything goes away.

As smoking is to the lungs, so is resentment to the soul; even one puff is bad for you.

God wants us to be in joy, God wants us to be happy.

There's only one problem with the hero's journey, it never included women.

There is so much about my fate that I cannot control, but other things do fall under the jurisdiction. I can decide how I spend my time, whom I interact with, whom I share my body and life and money and energy with. I can select what I can read and eat and study. I can choose how I'm going to regard unfortunate circumstances in my life-whether I will see them as curses or opportunities. I can choose my words and the tone of voice in which I speak to others. And most of all, I can choose my thoughts.

You have to work ceaselessly on your end to digest and imbibe your opportunities or, I have come to believe, they will gradually slip away and knock on someone else's more receptive door.

My life's accomplishments? Sanity, and you.