“Forgiveness from others is charity; from God, grace; from oneself, wisdom.”

‘If only’ is the excuse of the loser; ‘I can’ is the affirmation of the winner.

Adversity causes some men to break; others to break records.

The winner asks, “May I help?” The loser asks, “Do you expect me to do that?”

Love is more than a noun-it is a verb; it is more than a feeling-it is caring, sharing, helping, sacrificing.

Nothing limits achievement like small thinking; nothing expands possibilities like unleashed imagination.

It is wise to direct your anger towards problems – not people; to focus your energies on answers – not excuses.

Enthusiasm is the match that lights the candle of achievement.

Delays, disappointments and defeats cause quitters to give up in resignation; losers, to give in the frustration; winners, to come through with determination.

Commend while others are criticizing, persist while others are quitting.

To make mistakes is human; to stumble is commonplace; to be able to laugh at yourself is maturity.

The more patient we are, the more understanding we become.

Three enemies of personal peace: regret over yesterday’s mistakes, anxiety over tomorrow’s problems, and ingratitude for today’s blessings.

Today is a most unusual day, because we have never lived it before; we will never live it again; it is the only day we have.

The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the realist adjusts the sails.

Raised voices lower esteem. Hot tempers cool friendships. Loose tongues stretch truth. Swelled heads shrink influence. Sharp words dull respect.

If you would be interesting, be interested, if you would be pleased, be pleasing, if you would be loved, be loveable, if you would be helped be helpful.

You must forgive me, for I struggled only for you.

It is hard to forgive, and to look at those eyes, and feel those wasted hands,’ he answered. ‘Kiss me again; and don’t let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer—but yours! How can I?

For I hope my Friends will pardon me, when I declare, I know none of them without a Fault; and I should be sorry if I could imagine, I had any Friend who could not see mine. Forgiveness, of this Kind, we give and demand in Turn.

A mother who is not everything for her children: a friend, a teacher, a confidant, a source of joy and founded pride, inducement and soothing, reconciliator, judge and forgiver, that mother obviously chose the wrong job.

Mothers can forgive anything! Tell me all, and be sure that I will never let you go, though the whole world should turn from you.

When God forgave me, I figured I’d better do it too.

I take personal responsibility. I heal myself. I forgive myself.

There is only one unpardonable sin–deliberate cruelty. All else can be forgiven.