I always aspire to just be really nice to people. To be kind.
I feel like the same person, but I feel as if I need to work twice as much now.
I'm just trying to play my best and have fun.
I made a mistake and I'll work in the season to be better. It's part of life to be a man and don't try to hide something if it's broken.
I have a glove. I'll play anywhere.
You have to concentrate on the swing.
It's like there's a moment that happens in baseball, and when it happens, I do everything to concentrate. When you do that, it can be good.
Wherever you have weakening states and turmoil, you will have a fertile petri dish for terrorism.
A very elementary exercise in psychology, not to be dignified by the name of psycho-analysis, showed me, on looking at my notebook, that the sketch of the angry professor had been made in anger. Anger had snatched my pencil while I dreamt. But what was anger doing there? Interest, confusion, amusement, boredom--all these emotions I could trace and name as they succeeded each other throughout the morning. Had anger, the black snake, been lurking among them? Yes, said the sketch, anger had.
Love is the sister to Truth, but they differ in two ways. You must go to Truth to find her. She will never come looking for you. However, you are never to go looking for her sister Love. Love will find you in your own divine timing, when you are ready for her. So dont look, she will come. She always does.
Motivation gets you going and habit gets you there. Make motivation a habit and you will get there more quickly and have more fun on the trip.