Life is not what happens to us; it is what we perceive has happened to us.

Your failure or success is nothing compared to your integrity throughout the process.

You can believe what you've been told. You can imagine in vivid detail the things explained to you. You may even feel emotions assumed to accompany the related experience. But you absolutely cannot know something with any real degree of understanding until you've personally walked the road yourself.

Life is mental; it's all about attitude. The majority of it is lived in your head.

You can endure almost anything if you have someone at your side who cares.

Have you noticed how children never bypass a puddle of water, but jump, splash, and slosh right through it?  That's because they know an important truth: Life was meant to be lived; puddles were meant to be experienced.

You may think less of me for my bold acts, but it is that very trait that strengthens my self-esteem and enriches an otherwise stale existence.

Every brush stroke on the canvas, every dab of color introduced, the fine textures impressed in the paint—this accumulation of many small acts combines to shape a final work of art.  And so it is with life; each step, each deed, each brief choice builds gradually, day by day, to shape both character and destiny.

The fact is, life rains on you. How sad you haven’t learned to dance in the downpour.