A life without purpose is like a novel without a plot. It wanders all over the place, is hard to follow, and in the end, doesn't get particularly good reviews.

Some people have a perverse talent; they're capable of shooting themselves in the foot and stabbing themselves in the back at the exact same time.

If you want to understand a difficult or trying person, begin by asking the question: 'What is the wound they are trying to heal?'

If life were like a competitive race, some people would be given a flying start and others would line up with weights tied to their ankles.

In all human affairs, the wisest course is to be passionate about the role of reason and reasonable about the role of passion.

When we're young, everything is possible; when we're old, possibilities are everything.

Even though it runs counter to popular belief, Life's critical decisions are usually made in the heart and only later ratified by the brain.