“I have to keep reminding myself that being famous on earth would be nice but I would rather walk the red carpet in Heaven.”

Success is not determined by the amount of accomplishments, but by the road traveled & how you handled the recovery of each failed attempt.

I have never had a NY resolution. While you wait each year to make a resolution you never commit to, I get it done everyday.

Appreciate your flaws to reach the potential of your greatness.

Living in fear is what every hater, negative person, and the devil wants. Live a righteous life with God and nothing but positivity.

If you could do what I do then you wouldn’t be a hater/writer critiquing me, you would be my opponent facing me on the court.

If all you do is talk crap, I’ll just flush the toilet.

Failing is not real, it’s an optional state of mind.

I wake up to start dreaming.

If you spend your life living in fear or doubt, you will never actually live life, and will only be coexisting with the rest of the world.

I don’t know where I would be without my critics & haters. I thank yall genuinely from the bottom of my heart for fueling my motivation.

It’s funny, 99% of the time, haters and the 1 they hate on have everything in common and could be best friends.

A lot of people are afraid to succeed and don’t want to fail but if you don’t attempt, aren’t you already failing in the same spot?

If you’re going to lie, at least be good at it.

They say if it’s too good to be true, it usually is….. Unless it’s me.

Confidence isn’t something you prove to people, it’s something that comes off from who you are and how you represent yourself.

For every 1 fan I have 20 haters, once I can reach 1000 haters for 1 fan, I know I’ve made it.

I like talking to a person who is crazy in a fun, eccentric way. I don’t want to talk to a legitimate crazy person, because that’s not nice.

Calvin: ME TARZAN! KING OF JUNGLE! Suzy: Nice underpants. Does your mom know you’re over here like this? Calvin:…I don’t think Jane EVER said that to Tarzan.

Don’t feel guilty about driving somewhere nice to run. If people can drive to a park to eat hot dogs, you can drive there to run.

Killing a guy and stealing his wife and child isn’t too nice a thing to do.

Wouldn’t it be nice if we lived in a world where no one thought being gay was even something to ride someone about?

There’s only, I think, in life, three things that I do pretty well: Performing, I still can field ground balls, and I make nice kids.

It would be nice if the poor were to get even half of the money that is spent in studying them.

I move out here, and next thing I know I’m 25, and the only thing I’ve heard is, ‘Can you get a coffee, can you hurry up with the thing, blah blah blah.’