I don't know where I'm going, but I know I'm going somewhere.

And it is here that we are, in some pain and with no guarantees, working out our destiny.

We are privileged to live in, and if we are lucky to influence, one of the most critical epochs in the history of the human species.

Newton was born on Christmas Day, 1642, so tiny that, as his mother told him years later, he would have fit into a quart mug. Sickly, feeling abandoned by his parents, quarrelsome, unsociable, a virgin to the day he died, Isaac Newton was perhaps the greatest scientific genius who ever lived.

Maybe God was about to show him what he was made of.

And every time you make a decision to be less than what God wants for you, you're denying yourself some of God's blessings. It's up to you. You can live a life with God's blessings, or just exist with all the consequences of choosing wrong.

If you are lost in a forest at night, you can follow the North Star to find your way out. You follow the North Star, but your goal is to get back home; it's not to arrive at the North Star.

What keeps me going is goals.

I don't really remember much about Kosovo. I only remember growing up in London, where my parents had to basically start from scratch.

Walking toward the music" isn't a bad philosophy of life. Doors might seem closed, the evening might seem prematurely over, but if you can catch a glimpse of nightlife or hear the sound of music in the distance, why not walk toward it and see what you find?

If someone is getting in the way of you becoming the person God created you to be or frustrating the work God has called you to do, for you that person is toxic. It's not selfish for you to want to be who God created you to be, and it's not selfish for you to do what God created you to do.

The only real limitation on your abilities is the level of your desires. If you want it badly enough, there are no limits on what you can achieve.