There are two kinds of people. Those who climb mountains and those who sit in the shadow of the mountains and critique the climbers.

Small kindnesses often, unintentionally, produce the biggest payoffs.

Man has left footprints on the moon but still hasn't walked on the ocean floor.

Forgiveness is the key to the heart's shackles.

I love when I can reboot people when they are being mean to others.

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.

If the errors of my life have profited me one great truth it is this: believe. Believe in your destiny and the star from which it shines. Believe you have been sent from God as an arrow pulled from his own bow. It is the single universal trait which the great of this earth have all shared, while the shadows are fraught with ghosts who roam the winds with mournful wails of regret on their lips. Believe as if your life depended upon it, for indeed it does.