don't ask yourself what the world needs, ask yourself what makes you come alive, because what the world needs are men who have come alive.

Our problems are man-made, therefore they may be solved by man. And man can be as big as he wants. No problem of human destiny is beyond human beings.

DARE to Dream the Impossible Dream.....DARE to DREAM SOMETHING BIGGER THAN YOURSELF.

What you are able to walk away from will determine what God can bring you to!

God has created all things for good; all things for their greatest good; everything for its own good. What is the good of one is not the good of another; what makes one man happy would make another unhappy. God has determined, unless I interfere with His plan, that I should reach that which will be my greatest happiness. He looks on me individually, He calls me by my name, He knows what I can do, what I can best be, what is my greatest happiness, and He means to give it me.

God knows what is my greatest happiness, but I do not. There is no rule about what is happy and good; what suits one would not suit another. And the ways by which perfection is reached vary very much; the medicines necessary for our souls are very different from each other. Thus God leads us by strange ways; we know He wills our happiness, but we neither know what our happiness is, nor the way. We are blind; left to ourselves we should take the wrong way; we must leave it to Him.

Let us put ourselves into His hands, and not be startled though He leads us by a strange way, a mirabilis via , as the Church speaks. Let us be sure He will lead us right, that He will bring us to that which is, not indeed what we think best, nor what is best for another, but what is best for us.

O for ten years, that I may overwhelmMyself in poesy; so I may do the deedThat my own soul has to itself decreed.

And other spirits there are standing apartUpon the forehead of the age to come;These, these will give the world another heart,And other pulses. Hear ye not the humOf mighty workings——?Listen awhile, ye nations, and be dumb.

I am an architect of days that have not happened yet.

Some of us, we're hardly ever here The rest of us, we're born to disappear How do I stop myself from Being just a number? How will I hold my head To keep from going under?

Someday, everything will make perfect sense. So for now, laugh at the confusion, smile through the tears, be strong, and keep reminding yourself that everything happens for a reason.