Most of the things we deem as impossible are only impossible because we’ve given them permission to be impossible.

We have a choice. We can be jaded by what we’ve lost, or joyous over what that thing had accomplished while we had it.

In our frenzied attempts to catch up with life, we run right past it. Once we have run past it, what we are in reality attempting to catch is ourselves.

The only explanation that I can come up with to explain the passion that I have to do what I cannot is the existence of a God who can.

What have I accomplished other than staying alive long enough to ask what I’ve accomplished. But is that, in fact, not an accomplishment?

The father who has selflessly poured himself into the life of his children may leave no other monument than that of his children. But as for a life well lived, no other monument is necessary.

It’s not that mankind is failing. Rather, it’s that mankind has failed to understand that failure is most often a choice based on the belief that we cannot succeed.

Any dream that I am absolutely confident I can achieve should immediately be discarded for the simple reason that it is simply too small.

Dreams must be chased, for if we wait for them to chase us we will live a life of waiting.