Life throws you curve balls, but you either learn to swerve them or hit them like there is no tomorrow.

Life throws you curve balls, but you either learn to swerve them or hit them like there is no tomorrow.

If you can't describe what you are doing as a process, you don't know what you're doing.

If you can't describe what you are doing as a process, you don't know what you're doing.

I think I've discovered the secret of life - you just hang around until you get used to it.

I think I've discovered the secret of life - you just hang around until you get used to it.

Sooner or later, you start taking yourself seriously. You know when you need a break. You know when you need read more

Sooner or later, you start taking yourself seriously. You know when you need a break. You know when you need a rest. You know what to get worked up about and what to get rid of. And you know when it's time to take care of yourself, for yourself. To do something that makes you stronger, faster, more complete. Because you know it's never too late to have a life. And never too late to change one.

The Indian Summer of life should be a little sunny and a little sad, like the season, and infinite in read more

The Indian Summer of life should be a little sunny and a little sad, like the season, and infinite in wealth and depth of tone, but never hustled.

The art of life is to know how to enjoy a little and to endure much.

The art of life is to know how to enjoy a little and to endure much.

For me that's one of the great indulgences in life - a hand-tailored suit, and a great pair of handmade read more

For me that's one of the great indulgences in life - a hand-tailored suit, and a great pair of handmade shoes.

One of the dreariest spots on life's road is the point of conviction that nothing will ever again happen to read more

One of the dreariest spots on life's road is the point of conviction that nothing will ever again happen to you.

Who will tell whether one happy moment of love or the joy of breathing or walking on a bright morning read more

Who will tell whether one happy moment of love or the joy of breathing or walking on a bright morning and smelling the fresh air, is not worth all the suffering and effort which life implies.