I Have Tourettes Syndrome.

I Think The Secret To A Hoppy Life Is A Selective Memory. Remember What You Are Most Grateful For And Quickly Forget What Your Not.

Regret Is The Most Tiresome Of Companions.

It Is Often During The Worst Of Times That We See The Best Of Humanity–awakening Within The Most Ordinary Of Us That Which Is Most Sublime. I Do Not Believe That It Is Circumstance That Produces Such Greatness Any More Than It Is The Canvas That Makes The Artist. Adversity Merely Presents The Surface On Which We Render Our Souls’ Most Exacting Likeness. It Is In The Darkest Skies That Stars Are Best Seen.

Could It Be That To Truly Love A Thing Is Not To Desire It, But To Desire Happiness For It?

Forgiveness Is The Key To The Heart's Shackles.