There is always sufficient reason for despair, but there is never sufficient purpose.
An old belief is like an old shoe. We so value its comfort that we fail to notice the hole in it.
In the end you don't so much find yourself as you find someone who knows who you are.
There is no such thing as a list of reasons. There is either one sufficient reason or a list of excuses.
Making a different mistake every day is not only acceptable, it is the definition of progress.