People come to this country from all over the world to pursue their dreams of driving a taxi or selling hot dogs or working in a sweatshop.
I have a theory that the only original things we ever do are mistakes.
I'd rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints - the sinners are much more fun.
Some people stay far away from the door if there's a chance of it opening up. They hear a voice in the hall outside and hope that it just passes by.
Black and white is how it should be, but shades of grey are the colors I see.
It's OK if you mess up. You should give yourself a break.
We might be laughing a bit too loud, but that never hurt no one
When you enjoy what you do, work becomes play.
Never feel lonely. You are never lonely. At the deepest core of your being, God resides.
The loving parts of your personality are content, grateful, patient, appreciative, caring, and more. They are interested in others. They do not judge others or themselves. They are not confined by fear. The more you experience them, the more you experience joy.
Very often, I confess, the teller of dreams bores me. His dream could perhaps interest me if it were frankly worked on. But to hear a glorious tale of his insanity! I have not yet clarified, psychoanalytically, this boredom during the recital of other people's dreams. Perhaps I have retained the stiffness of a rationalist. I do not follow the tale of justified incoherence docilely. I always suspect that part of the stupidities being recounted are invented.