I have learned a great truth of life. We do not succeed in spite of our challenges and difficulties, but rather, precisely because of them.

I believe that love is the choice we make to raise ourselves and others to the highest planes of existence.

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.

The shackles of belief, when reinforced by fear, are difficult to break free from and rarely done.

The more someone assures you that everything is okay, the more you can be assured that it's not.

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.

Suffering ceases to be suffering when we form a clear picture of it.