“All the gold in the world cannot buy a dying man one more breath so what does that make today worth?”

Always do your best. What you plant now, you will harvest later.

I will persist until I succeed. Always will I take another step. If that is of no avail I will take another, and yet another. In truth, one step at a time is not too difficult. I know that small attempts, repeated, will complete any undertaking.

Success and rest don’t sleep together.

Your only limitations are those you set up in your mind, or permit others to set up for you.

Always will I dig for reasons to applaud; never will I scratch for excuses to gossip. When I am tempted to criticize I will bite on my tongue; when I am moved to praise I will shout from the roofs.

Never, in all of the seventy billion humans who have walked this planet since the beginning of time has there been anyone exactly like you.

Remember that the most difficult tasks are consummated, not by a single explosive burst of energy or effort, but by the constant daily application of the best you have within you.

Pay less attention to what you hear about someone, and more to what you learn about them as you make the effort.

Never settle for the crumbs of life.

Failure will never overtake me if my determination to succeed is strong enough.

My days of whining and complaining about others have come to an end. Nothing is easier than fault finding. All it will do is discolor my personality so that none will want to associate with me. That was my old life. No more.

Do not listen to those who weep and complain, for their disease is contagious.

Do all things with love.

I will persist. I will always take another step. If that is of no avail I will take another, and yet another.

Take the attitude of a student, never be too big to ask questions, never know too much to learn something new.

You can’t conquer reality by running away from it.

Breathe in, breathe out. Stay active.

When you’re surrounded by flowers, you breath better.

Feelings come and go like clouds in a windy sky. Conscious breathing is my anchor.

Our most basic common link is that we all inhabit this planet. We all breathe the same air. We all cherish our children’s future. And we are all mortal.

When you want wisdom and insight as badly as you want to breathe, it is then you shall have it.

The voices inside of me has lost its breath.

While we breathe, we will hope.

For me writing is like breathing. I could not live without breathing and I could not live without writing.