There’s nothing like self-improvement to get your friends to like you for who you were.
There is part of us that stands in quiet witness to what we do, taking notes, waiting for a solitary moment to bring up the subject.
There is a public me and a private me, who, if they were separate people, probably wouldn’t exchange Christmas cards.
Get involved. You don’t want to look back on your life and realize that you successfully managed to stay out of it.
Sometimes it’s worth getting lost to see who will come looking for us.
We all know the part of us that needs to be harnessed. It takes someone else to know the part of us that needs to be set free.
No matter what you do in life, a part of you still sits at a curbside, still hearing the drumbeat of a distant parade, still waiting for it to turn the corner.
It’s hard, sometimes, when nothing’s stopping you, to know what’s stopping you.
The trick to liking who you are is not to hate too much the person it turned out you weren’t.
Do what you must, And your friends will adjust.
Present yourself always As who you would be, And that is the person The world will see.
There comes a morning in life when you wake up a new person; that is to say, you wake up the same person but you realize it’s your own fault.
Sometimes we give up a dream to play a larger role in someone else’s dream.
Most often, walking alone with my shadow is how I find my answer, the result of gathering together all agreeable parties.
If you aren’t sure who you are, you might as well work on who you want to be.
To have success, you can’t let failure stop you. To have great success, you can’t let success stop you.
Oh, the things that go through my mind that I never say. Oh, the things I say that never go through my mind.
Does it seem sometimes that you are always the one to break an embarrassing silence – and always by saying something more embarrassing than the silence?
As a gardener, I wonder if flowers really can’t speak or just exercise unfailing good judgment in the matter.
If you think that someone is out to steal everything you have, you’re either paranoid or a member of the middle class.