What is it that we all believe in that we cannot see or hear or feel or taste or smell — this invisible thing that heals all sorrows, reveals all lies and renews all hope? What is it that has always been and always will be, from whose bosom we all came and to which we will all return? Most call it Time. A few realize that it is God.

If you've never experienced the joy of accomplishing more than you can imagine, plant a garden.

If you feel you are down on your luck, check the level of your effort.

What is it that we all believe in that we cannot see or hear or feel or taste or smell — this invisible thing that heals all sorrows, reveals all lies and renews all hope? What is it that has always been and always will be, from whose bosom we all came and to which we will all return? Most call it Time. A few realize that it is God.

The imagination is a palette of bright colors. You can use it to touch up memories — or you can use it to paint dreams.

There are people who live their whole lives on the default settings, never realizing you can customize.