So when it comes to creating the masterpiece of your life, why would you use anything but the best that’s inside you?

Don’t worry that the mule is blind; just load the wagon. Keep doing what you’re supposed to do; keep handling what needs to be handled; keep going; keep believing; keep working — even when you can’t recognize where it’s all going to lead. 

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

Heaven help us if our life’s worth is forever judged by our impatient, exuberate youth or by the times we let the excitement of a moment lead to a foolish act.

Whether it means anything to them now, one day, it will. One day they’ll find themselves in a situation where they’ll have to choose between sacrificing a little for future rewards or goofing off. One day it will matter.

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 no one is close enough to love us or hug us or lift us or care for us — still, believe.