The Germans have a word for it: Sitzfleisch. Staying power. Winning by sticking your ass to the seat and not leaving until after it's over.

What is known can't jerk us around unwittingly. Before anything can be resolved, the implicit must be made into the explicit.

To do great things, we need to be able to endure tragedy and setbacks. We've got to love what we do and all that it entails, good and bad. We have to learn to find joy in every single thing that happens.

What I’ve learned most clearly from blogs is that the majority of them write about the problems from the outside for a reason—because they are missing the abilities that allow people to move to the inside.

True will is quiet humility, resilience, and flexibility; the other kind of will is weakness disguised by bluster and ambition.

It’s okay to be discouraged. It’s not okay to quit. To know you want to quit but to plant your feet and keep inching closer until you take the impenetrable fortress you’ve decided to lay siege to in your own life—that’s persistence.

There is no good or bad without us, there is only perception. There is the event itself and the story we tell ourselves about what it means.