“All good people agree, And all good people say, All nice people, like Us, are We And every one else is They: But if you cross over the sea, Instead of over the way, You may end by (think of it!) looking on We As only a sort of They!”

There’s no jealousy in the grave.

Be slow to judge for we know little of what has been done and nothing of what has been resisted.

Humble because of knowledge; mighty by sacrifice.

I’ve just read that I am dead. Don’t forget to delete me from your list of subscribers.

Believe the best of everybody.

If you can meet success and failure and treat them both as impostors, then you are a balanced man, my son.

Keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you.

What is the Law of the Jungle? Strike first and then give tongue.

We’re all islands shouting lies to each other across seas of misunderstanding.

The jungle speaks to me because I know how to listen.

We have forty million reasons for failure, but not a single excuse.

God could not be everywhere, and therefore he made mothers.

You must learn to forgive a man when he’s in love. He’s always a nuisance.

All things considered, there are only two kinds of men in the world: those that stay at home and those that do not.

If you do not get what you want, it is a sure sign that you did not seriously want it.

A woman is only a woman, but a good cigar is a smoke.

Charity keepeth us in Faith and Hope, and Hope leadeth us in Charity. And in the end all shall be Charity.

When it’s over it’s over. No questions, no tears, no farewell kisses.

Some of us are here to be the change-makers in our family system. We’re here to end generational trauma and start passing down love, instead of pain.

Eventually you’ll end up where you need to be, surrounded with who you’re meant to be with and Impact who you’re meant to Inspire.

In the end, what matters most is that the people you work with share your values, so I’ve wanted people who value the meaningful work and meaningful relationships that always motivated me in building Bridgewater.

Our Savior is our true Mother in whom we are endlessly born and out of whom we shall never come.

That’s how it always is with me: the thing that sets me down to start writing is usually not what I end up doing. Because, as much as I love genre, and I try to deliver the goods, I go off from it. I go do my own thing.

In the end, we are all stardust that happen to have souls.