Thirty-nine years of my life had passed before I understood that clouds were not my enemy; that they were beautiful, and that I needed them. I suppose this, for me, marked the beginning of wisdom. Life is short.

The market follows the artist. The artist does not follow the market.

To protect themselves, the weak focus on the "bad" in people. Conversely, the strong, who fear little, focus on the "good".

Think about it. Every time you fail at a task you've actually learned something new. The question is "what?"

Thirty-nine years of my life had passed before I understood that clouds were not my enemy; that they were beautiful, and that I needed them. I suppose this, for me, marked the beginning of wisdom. Life is short.

The only thing between you and success is your thinking. Defeatist thoughts are the mother of inaction.

Love changes things; hope allows us to endure until the change arrives.