“The universe is too grand and harmonious to believe it’s all an accident.”

I thought about the days i had handed over to a bottle the nights i can’t remember the mornings I slept thru all the time spent running from myself.

Knowing something and understanding it were not the same thing.

You know what really offers you satisfaction? Offering others what you have to give.

Have you found someone to share your heart with? Are you giving to your community? Are you at peace with yourself? Are you trying to be as human as you can be?

Accept what you are able to do and what you are not able to do. Accept the past as past, without denying it or discarding it. Learn to forgive yourself and to forgive others. Don’t assume that it’s too late to get involved.

Nothing haunts us like the things we don’t say.

Holding on to things only breaks your heart.

In order to move on, you must understand why you felt what you did and why you no longer need to feel it.

What’s wrong with being number 2?

Desire sets our compass, but real life steers our course.

Faith is about doing. You are how you act, not just how you believe.

The more you defend a lie, the angrier you become.

We all yearn for what we have lost. But sometimes, we forget what we have.

You have to find what’s good and true and beautiful in your life as it is now. Looking back makes you competitive. And, age is not a competitive issue.

You can go your whole life collecting days, and none will outweigh the one you wish you had back.

There is a big confusion in this country over what we want verses what we need you need food. You want a chocolate sundae.

There is an ambush everywhere from the army of accidents; therefore the rider of life runs with loosened reins.

By education I am an Englishman, by views an internationalist, by culture a Muslim and a Hindu only by accident of birth.

I aimed at the public’s heart, and by accident I hit it in the stomach.

You weren’t an accident. You weren’t mass produced. You aren’t an assembly-line product. You were deliberately planned, specifically gifted, and lovingly positioned on the earth by the Master Craftsman.

A photograph is not an accident – it is a concept.

Seriousness is an accident of time. It consists of putting too high a value on time. In eternity there is no time. Eternity is a moment, just long enough for a joke.

In the long run, failure was the only thing that worked predictably. All else was accidental.

We don’t make mistakes, just happy little accidents.