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.

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.

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

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

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

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

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