“People will talk about you when you’re down and out, and people will talk about you when you’re successful. You choose what matters to you.”

I love all types of people, as long as they’re having fun.

Be good to you. Be happy with you. Be true to you. That will reflect with others on its own.

You’ve got to let that hurt go baby, It’s only hurting you in the end.

God sends signs, and if you pay attention in the moment you can catch them.

Never stop growing. Even when it’s painful.

Thou shall not judge, because thou has fucked up before too.

The good Lord added an extra dash of forehead when making me.

You can’t force the vibes. Chill and let shit fall in line naturally.

I’ve seen maturity evolve more through experience than age.

I’ve got to stop taking simple things for granted. Like waking up this morning.

The goal is to make everything around me grow, Including myself.

This is a marathon. Fight, take a minute to regain your peace/energy, regroup and fight again.

Money can’t buy you loyalty.

Giving very much don’t fuck with me.

Keep your circle tight and snake-free.

I think it’s beautiful that you’re different, without trying to be.

The paid-off home mortgage has taken the place of the BMW as the status symbol of choice.

The will of God is not something you add to your life. It’s a course you choose. You either line yourself up with the Son of God, or you capitulate to the principle which governs the rest of the world.

Every person falls down at some point. Successful people choose to get back up!

People have asked me why I chose to be a dancer. I did not choose. I was chosen to be a dancer, and with that, you live all your life.

We cannot control necessity, though we often persuade ourselves that certain things are our choice, when in truth we have been unavoidably impelled to them.

We are all born to die – the difference is the intensity with which we choose to live.

Choices will continually be necessary and — let us not forget — possible. Obedience to God is always possible. It is a deadly error to fall into the notion that when feelings are extremely strong we can do nothing but act on them.

Life without limbs? Or life without limits?