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?

With God, the word ‘impossible’ is itself impossible.

Without mountains, we might find ourselves relieved that we can avoid the pain of the ascent, but we will forever miss the thrill of the summit. And in such a terribly scandalous trade-off, it is the absence of pain that becomes the thief of life.

Failure is blessing wrapped in the clothing of curse.

The greatest dividends in life are those that we give away.

In our frenzied attempts to catch up with life, we run right past it. Once we have run past it, what we are in reality attempting to catch is ourselves.