The road ahead is not some predetermined path that I am forced to trod, but it is a rich byway that I can help create.

An exceptional future can only be built on the transformation of the mess I’ve made, not the elimination of it.

If the road behind me is not growing ever longer, then it is likely that the feet underneath me are not moving any longer. And if my feet are not moving, I have somehow, somewhere traded this most glorious journey for lesser endeavors.

The only thing I have to wait for to change my life is my attitude.

The road to success is paved with the hot asphalt of failure.

I am amazed that without any hesitation whatsoever I can completely believe myself to be on a grand journey of massive vistas and bold ascents, only to find that they are nothing more than a figment of a frightened imagination that needed a journey but could not admit to the fear of actually taking one.