I would suggest that productivity is not based on how much I get done. Rather, it’s based on how much I improve someone’s life as a by-product of getting something done.

The person next to you is probably doing the best they can. But if they’re not, try doing the best you can to help them do the best they can.

Lives are transformed in the solitude of those entirely unassuming moments where one life turns sufficiently away from itself in order to brush by another, and in the brushing it leaves that life forever better. And if I am privileged to have any legacy at all, let it be a million of these moments.

I don’t wish to please men. Rather, I wish to help them. And more times than not, the process of genuinely helping them may not necessarily please them.

I am far too weak to help you. But God is not too weak to use me to help you.

If I can draw the slightest smile across a single face obliterated by pain, in that act I will have begun to understand the power of an ordinary human being to perform the seemingly impossible in the life of another human being. And how can that experience do anything less than drive me to try and make the world smile.

If an idea does not enhance the lives of those around us, it’s just a way that the mind is trying to figure out how to gratify itself while looking brilliant enough so that no one suspects otherwise.