Failure is blessing wrapped in the clothing of curse.

I am likely to fail if I have determined the cost as too high or my intelligence as too low. Yet, if I think about it, the real failure rests in believing either of these to be true.

True evil is unlikely to receive an invitation from us, so it clothes itself in just enough truth to make itself look appealing and then it looks to unpeel us.

The real promise in too many promises is a promise that I’m going to be disappointed.

Can anything be called an achievement if it does not simultaneously enhance the life of someone other than the one who has done the achieving?

The fear of getting knocked down is less about the pain of the fall and more about the embarrassment in having fallen. And so, to rid myself of the latter is to reduce my concern about the former, which means I just unleashed my life.