Life is really simple, but we insist on making it complicated.

It's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years.

The soul is dyed the color of its thoughts.

We are what our thoughts have made us; so take care about what you think. Words are secondary. Thoughts live; they travel far.

Few are those who see with their own eyes and feel with their own hearts.

I think somehow we learn who we really are and then live with that decision

I can live for two months on a good compliment.