Greatness is the born of ordinary men who decided to work extraordinarily hard.

The difference between ‘wanting’ something and ‘having’ something is ‘doing’ something.

How full the cup of my life might be is based largely on the degree to which I’m willing to risk failure, with the degree to which I’m willing to risk success following at a close second.

If I am selfish I might have achieved great things, but achieving great things out of my selfishness is one of the most devastating ways I can think of to fail.

My definition of success is not based on achieving the impossible, but rather surviving the probable. And with a threshold that horribly low, simple survival cannot help but become my highest aspiration.

To blame my failures on the lack of resources is less about the lack of resources and more about my unwillingness to access those resources.

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

The greatest people are ‘great’ because they’re willing to admit their greatest faults.

I hold in my hand a million ideas and more. But if I am puzzled as to why they have never leapt out of my hand and been birthed into the realities they were crafted to be, it is likely because the other hand has withheld the sacrifice that is necessary to birth an idea.