“Failure is delay, but not defeat. It is a temporary detour, not a dead-end street.”

Greatness is not found in possessions, power, position, or prestige. It is discovered in goodness, humility, service, and character.

Our words reveal our thoughts; our manners mirror our self-esteem; our actions reflect our character; our habits predict the future.

Words, like tranquil waters behind a dam, can become reckless and uncontrollable torrents of destruction when released without caution and wisdom.

Feeling gratitude and not expressing it is like wrapping a present and not giving it.

Friendship flourishes at the fountain of forgiveness.

There is one thing we can do better than anyone else: we can be ourselves.

A cloudy day is no match for a sunny disposition.

In the face of unjust criticism we can become bitter or better; upset or understanding; hostile or humble; furious or forgiving.

Blessed is the person who sees the need, recognizes the responsibility, and actively becomes the answer.

Man, like the bridge, was designed to carry the load of the moment, not the combined weight of a year at once.

The pessimist borrows trouble; the optimists lend encouragement.

The greatest ideas, the most profound thoughts, and the most beautiful poetry are born from the womb of silence.

What you believe is more important than what you possess. What you live is more lasting than what you profess. Whom you inspire is more significant than whom you impress.

Success never resides in the world of weak wishes, but in the palace of purposeful plans and prayerful persistence.

A pinch of praise is worth a pound of scorn. A dash of encouragement is more helpful than a dipper of pessimism. A cup of kindness is better than a cupboard of criticism.

For each new morning with its light, For rest and shelter of the night, For health and food, for love and friends. Feeling gratitude and not expressing it is like wrapping a present and not giving it.

Film your murders like love scenes, and film your love scenes like murders.

You can still die when the sun is shining.

Throughout life, from childhood, from school until we die, we are taught to compare ourselves with another; yet when I compare myself with another I am destroying myself.

Some of our most exquisite murders have been domestic, performed with tenderness in simple, homey places like the kitchen table.

A photograph is not only an image (as a painting is an image), an interpretation of the real; it is also a trace, something directly stenciled off the real, like a footprint or a death mask.

Without the threat of death there’s no reason to live.

I am a real ham. I love an audience. I work better with an audience. I am dead, in fact, without one.

You know what I’m going to have on my gravestone? ‘She did it the hard way.’