We become what we look at most.

Perfectionism is slow death.

Most words evolved as a description of the outside world, hence their inadequacy to describe what is going on inside me.

It is your right to be happy. This is what you were made for. And if you will not resist, happiness will find a way to pour from your heart and fill your days.

Letting go is freedom. When you find yourself in a useless battle, you merely walk off the battlefield.

I talk because I feel, and I talk to you because I want you to know how I feel.

Unless I accept my faults, I will most certainly doubt my virtues.