“This year I am choosing to live beyond my wildest dreams. I wonder where they'll take me.”

“I don't believe in failure. It is not failure if you enjoyed the process.”

“Failure is a great teacher and, if you are open to it, every mistake has a lesson to offer.”

“I am where I am because of the bridges I have crossed.”

“If you're sitting around waiting on somebody to save you, to fix you, to even help you, you are wasting your time because only you have the power to take responsibility to move your life forward.”

“Even through the hollow eyes of deathI spy life peering.”

“Be merry; you have cause, so have we all, of joy; for our escape is much beyond our loss . . . . then wisely weigh our sorrow with our comfort.”

“Things at the worst will cease or else climb upward To what they were before.”

“My nature is subdued to what it works in, like the dyer's hand.”

“In war as in life, it is often necessary when some cherished scheme has failed, to take up the best alternative open, and if so, it is folly not to work for it with all your might.”

“As you head toward your goals, be prepared to make some slight adjustments to your course. You don't change your decision to go - you do change your direction to get there.”

“Prosperity's the very bond of love, Whose fresh complexion and whose heart together Affliction alters.”

“Upon his royal face there is no note how dread an army hath enrounded him.”

“Things at the worst will cease or else climb upward To what they were before.”

“Difficulties exist to be surmounted.”

“The fears you don’t face control you. The fears you face, you move beyond.”

“As I look back at the entire tapestry of my life, I can see from the perspective of the present moment that every aspect of my life was necessary and perfect. Each step eventually led to a higher place, even though these steps often felt like obstacles or painful experiences.”

“Be merry; you have cause, so have we all, of joy; for our escape is much beyond our loss . . . . then wisely weigh our sorrow with our comfort.”

“No, no, no, no! Come, let's away to prison: We two alone will sing like birds i' the cage: When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down, And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too, Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out; And take upon's the mystery of things, As if we were God's spies: and we'll wear out, In a wall'd prison, packs and sects of great ones, That ebb and flow by the moon.”

“Well, every one can master a grief but he that has it.”