Knowing little dreams lots.
My hindsight is so good, I should walk through life backward.
Sometimes I’m the head, sometimes the tail. But even the tail leads when the horse finds it necessary to back up.
Take me for what I am, but believe in me for what I will be.
Understand as it is, imagine as it can, strive as it will.
We are accountable not for what we are taught but for what we learn. (In other words, we are not accountable for being taught bigotry or racism or sexism or xenophobia, but we are accountable for learning those behaviors.)
If you’re not facing challenges, you’re not pursuing your destiny.
Not all pictures in life are drawn with the same shade of crayon, and some ill-deserving bastard will always have the deluxe set.
Pain speaks louder than healing and agony argues with wisdom.
A hurt that cures is better than a hurt that endures.
If we’re supposed to make lemonade when life brings us lemons, when life brings us plums, should we make prune juice?
Money doesn’t buy happiness; it buys entertainment and sometimes, diversion, either of which is preferable to mindfulness of unhappiness.
Only once we have been shattered can a higher power guide us through the reassembly.
There is no “I” in team, but there are twice as many “eyes” as there are players and an “aye” in the middle.
Go big or go home, but make sure you don’t bet the farm or the cow.
Go big or go home, but be judicious in going all-in so that there will still be a farm and a cow waiting if going home becomes necessary.
If you keep fishing in the same old sewers, you’ll keep catching the same old shit.
The essence of our “best” is not whether it can be somehow improved upon at a later time. Today’s “best” will produce tomorrow’s “better still” which will expose shortcomings of yesterday’s “best.” Our “best” is only our “best” as long as we cannot improve upon it until tomorrow. That is, the essence of our “best” is not whether it can be somehow improved upon at a later time. Our best is cognizable by our inability to improve upon it today.
Everything I write is completely original, and any thoughts attributable to another person are entirely coincidental — unless you believe in collective unconsciousness, in which case it is just another expression of the same original thought — unless you subscribe to the notion that everything that is written has already been written before, in which case you have to ask, is the dog chasing its tail or is the tail taunting the dog.
A word is worth a thousand sentences (to an etymologist).