The day returns and brings us the petty round of irritating concerns and duties. Help us to play the man help us to perform them with laughter and kind faces let cheerfulness abound with industry. G...

Just be yourself. Let people see the real, imperfect, flawed, quirky, weird, beautiful, magical person that your are.

When pointing out the flaws in others, people always end up talking about themselves.

The aim of Good Investments is the ones that offer a high value product that is needed by the target market at a reasonable price and potentially fast ROI which part of the profits will be constantly...

To be or not to be, fucked up on whiskey, that is the question.

This theory [the oxygen theory] is not as I have heard it described, that of the French chemists, it is mine (elle est la mienne); it is a property which I claim from my contemporaries and from poster...

A moment of care carries us away!The fragrance of forgiveness elevates usImperfections are essentially universalDivine love drives our desire.

Let us take you into a deeper experience, make a moment a lasting conveyable memory. Let us help build your tribe.

A photograph is a click away. A good photograph is a hundred clicks away and a better one, a thousand clicks away

When it comes to privacy and accountability, people always demand the former for themselves and the latter for everyone else.

I dress the way I want. I don`t pretend to be someone I`m not.

When I was younger, I use to laugh at my mom when she was silly. Now that I'm older, I find myself just as silly as her. Thanks mom, for teaching us that even as adults, it's OK to be fun and enjoy li...

It doesn't matter who you are or where you come from or what you look like or who you love. It doesn't matter whether you're black or white or Hispanic or Asian or Native American or young or old or r...

I am hard at work on the second draft ... Second draft is really a misnomer as there are a gazillion revisions, large and small, that go into the writing of a book.

Most of them are remembered for their works, few are remembered in spite of them...for their finesse!

My natural elasticity was crushed, my intellect languished, the disposition to read departed, the cheerful spark that lingered about my eye died; the dark night of slavery closed in upon me; and behol...

You play with ice - you get cold.You play with fire - you get burnt.you play with me - you get lucky.

Trauma is not what happens to us, but what we hold inside in the absence of an empathetic witness.

The worst part of writing is meeting all these great new characters and having no one to talk about (the adventures you share with) them.

Drugs don't really fix anything, except for everything.