Can anything be called an achievement if it does not simultaneously enhance the life of someone other than the one who has done the achieving?

If I have a passion I can achieve, it’s probably less a passion and something more akin to a hobby, for any real passion must bigger than my ability to achieve it.

The hallmark of great dreams is not their possibility but their impossibility, and the fact that it is the very notion of the ‘impossible’ that inspires us to go and accomplish them anyway.

Without mountains, we might find ourselves relieved that we can avoid the pain of the ascent, but we will forever miss the thrill of the summit. And in such a terribly scandalous trade-off, it is the absence of pain that becomes the thief of life.

We must be aware that momentum born of old habits and destructive behaviors might be momentum, but it’s momentum slammed into reverse.

The feeling that something can’t be done is often based on the fact that we’ve bypassed how it actually could be done. And we’ve done that because we’ve paid far too much attention to those who paid far too much attention to fear.

With God, the word ‘impossible’ is itself impossible.

Far too often the ‘things’ that men define as success do little more than successfully destroy the lives of the very men who achieve those ‘things.’ And while I must admit that there is an authentic element of success in all of that, it’s the kind of success that I would much prefer to successfully avoid.

Only God understands how incredibly far we’ve fallen, and only God understands how incredibly far we can rise. And only we can determine if we’re going to wallow in the mediocrity that is born of the refusal to understand either.