No river can return to its source, yet all rivers must have a beginning.

A Native American grandfather talking to his young grandson tells the boy he has two wolves inside of him struggling with each other. The first is the wolf of peace, love and kindness. The other wolf is fear, greed and hatred. "Which wolf will win, grandfather?" asks the young boy. "Whichever one I feed," is the reply.

Never criticize a man until you've walked a mile in his moccasins.

A brave man dies but once, a coward many times.

When you were born, you cried and the world rejoiced. Live you life in a manner so that when you die the world cries and you rejoice.

We always return to our first loves.