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.

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

Sunsets, like childhood, are viewed with wonder not just because they are beautiful but because they are fleeting.

Everyone has some inner power that awaits discovery.

It is often during the worst of times that we see the best of humanity–awakening within the most ordinary of us that which is most sublime. I do not believe that it is circumstance that produces such greatness any more than it is the canvas that makes the artist. Adversity merely presents the surface on which we render our souls’ most exacting likeness. It is in the darkest skies that stars are best seen.

The first step of a journey is always the longest.

I don't want to go to Peru. "How do you know? You've never been there." I've never been to hell either and I'm pretty sure I don't want to go there.