We aren’t all destined to discover the mathematical truths of the universe, but we are all destined for something — something extraordinary.

It takes a gracious man who can take the floor night after night after night, knowing he’s as good as the other guy but never getting the applause the other guy gets.

We are an accumulation of the things we see and the things we hear and the things we touch throughout the days, throughout our lives. Each contact is but a leaf falling upon our driveway, staining us with its influence.

There was a purpose to our journey, or as Og Mandino said in The Greatest Miracle in the World, "You are not the momentary whim of a careless creator experimenting in the laboratory of life . . . you have a purpose." We are on our way from somewhere to somewhere, and, along the way, we pass by here.

“When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has been opened for us.” Helen Keller

I believe God gave us all the ingredients to have the things we want, to have peace on earth — the cure to disease, the solution to hunger, the remedy for sadness — right here under our noses. He filled our cabinets. We just have to come up with the recipe.

She who finds happiness at the bottom of a bag of fries can find happiness everywhere she looks.

Sometimes the most beautiful moments of our lives come from what may seem like utter nothingness, times of total darkness swirling winds and thunderous storms.

If we’re ever to grow beyond where we are right now, we need to get repotted; we need to be disturbed all the way down to our roots.