Usually life’s greatest gifts come wrapped in adversity.

It's a shame that humans don't come with reset buttons.

Rarely do we invest the time to open the book of another's life. When we do, we are usually surprised to find its cover so misleading and its reviews so flawed.

Raising or caring for children requires sacrifice and service, which, I believe, heals us from the destructive forces of self-centeredness.

There are two kinds of suffering in this life. That which pursues us and that which we doggedly pursue.

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

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.