“My reasoning they may counter; my speech they may distrust; my apparel they may disapprove; my face they may reject; and even my bargains may cause them suspicion; yet my love will melt all hearts liken to the sun whose rays soften the coldest clay.”

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.

Each misfortune you encounter will carry in it the seed of tomorrow’s good luck.

Use wisely your power of choice.

Realize how good you really are.

Welcome every morning with a smile. Look on the new day as another special gift from your Creator, another golden opportunity to complete what you were unable to finish yesterday.

Beginning today, treat everyone you meet as if they were going to be dead by midnight. Extend to them all the care, kindness and understanding you can muster, and do it with no thought of any reward. Your life will never be the same again.

A long habit of not thinking a thing wrong, gives it a superficial appearance of being right, and raises at first a formidable outcry in defense of custom. But the tumult soon subsides. Time makes more converts than reason.

Death means my present physical costume ends.

Freedom had been hunted round the globe; reason was considered as rebellion; and the slavery of fear had made men afraid to think. But such is the irresistible nature of truth, that all it asks, and all it wants, is the liberty of appearing.

Something ‘Drag Race’ is really good at is portraying us as artists but also human beings. And normal human beings don’t know everything. They don’t have all the answers.

How long was I in the army? Five foot eleven.

At home, off-duty, I wear T-shirts from Fruit of the Loom – but I have them tailored.

How can such scary looking parents create something so cute?

A long habit of not thinking a thing wrong gives it a superficial appearance of being right.