Experience is the byproduct of agony.

It is a fact: Of all the people we ever know in our lifetime, the only thing we have in common with them is a handful of shared experiences.

Humans are easy to read, because what they’re not saying speaks volumes.

The intrinsic and extrinsic heart is always at odds, so which heart is yours? For one will bask in true joy, while the other lives in self-loathing misery.

It doesn't matter how long you're here for, or what accomplishments you have, it matters what you do with that time and the type of person that you are.

You can have all the words in the world,but if not said rightly, those words are simply wasted potential.

Is it not the disparity of wealth that consumes the willing soul. Rather, the golden keys of opportunity clamor softly with fraught anxiety of things which may never come.

Opportunities happen when timing, connects, and personalities converge.

True love propels a person to great feats all without so much as a word.

The fragile nature of youth is at last hardened by the agony of experience.

Opportunities are rare in this life, and fairness, rarer still. So, when you discover a fair opportunity, go after as if it were your last because it very well might be.

Rarely if ever, moments come that are so defining in our lives. The years are glutted with benign matters which impact us more deeply than we could have ever imagined in our youth.

When I was a child, I understood the things of my childhood. Now that I have grown into a man, I understand less of the world than I did as a lad.

Beware of those who clam to have all the answers.

An individual excels where the institution fails.

To broaden one's prospective is to push back the swirling winds of ignorance.