I have learned that real angels don't have gossamer white robes and Cherubic skin, they have calloused hands and smell of the days' sweat.

The first step of a journey is always the longest.

Procrastinatio n is the thief of dreams

Could it be that to truly love a thing is not to desire it, but to desire happiness for it?

I'm a humble guy, okay?

Books are the most tolerant of friends.

. . . Harboring an emotion as powerful as gratitude has power of its own.