At some point you must decide if you want to succeed or just be someone who was never to blame for anything going wrong.

Fate, Chance, God’s Will — we all try to account for our lives somehow. What are the chances that two raindrops, flung from the heavens, will merge on a windowpane? Gotta be Fate.

The trouble with selfish motives is that they harden into principles, and you end up sending your kids to war for them.

Looking back you realize that a very special person passed briefly through your life- and it was you. It is not too late to find that person again.

No matter how you hurry, you will notice at the end of the day that you traveled at the speed of time.

Through the blackest night, morning gently tiptoes, feeling its way to dawn.

Ever wonder where you'd end up if you took your dog for a walk and never once pulled back on the leash?