“The term "work" is getting thrown around as though everyone seems to be doing so. The question is, working for what? Every time I am at work, it means I am getting closer to my goal. Once you have ...”

“You know what an illusion is? On this planet, one small cloud has the ability to block the entire sun.”

“There's a reason why golfers walk forward to their next shot. It's to move on.”

“In life you find pleasure. In life you find pain. Pain and pleasure is an example of the duality in life. Enjoy them both, they are part of the ride. The key is to not turn the pain into something ...”

“Discipline is for professionals. Motivation is for amateurs.”

“It is less about becoming a better person, and more of being better, as a person.”

“If you stop learning, you start dying.”

“The practice of sympathetic joy is rooted in inner development. Its not a matter of learning techniques to make friends and influence people. Instead, we build the foundations of our own happiness....”

“If truth is like the terrain, are we the generation who sees it as one who has worn shoes all his life or one who has never worn shoes? Yet still, even if the walk starts out as painful, the experi...”

“Knowing it and seeing it are two different things.”

“Believe me, It would be better if we didn't meet again. Go back to school. Go back to your life. And next time they ask you, say no. Killing is for grown-ups and you're still a child.”

“My name is Percy Jackson. I'm twelve years old. Until a few months ago, I was a boarding student at Yancy Academy, a private school for troubled kids in upstate New York.Am I a troubled kid?Yeah. Y...”

“This life is yours. Take the power to choose what you want to do and do it well. Take the power to love what you want in life and love it honestly. Take the power to walk in the forest and be a par...”

“It would seem from this fact, that man is naturally a wild animal, and that when taken from the woods, he is never happy in his natural state, 'till he returns to them again.”

“It was a though wed been living for a year in a dense grove of old trees, a cluster of firs, each with its own rhythm and character, from whom our bodies had drawn not just shelter but perhaps even...”