The Day We Stop Playing

A Friend Of Mine, A Dedicated Golfer, Shot A Hole In One Playing By Himself. Disaster.

If Everyone Could Learn That What Is Right For Me Does Not Make It Right For Anyone Else, The World Would Be A Much Happier Place.

When We Depress, We Believe We Are The Victims Of A Feeling Over Which We Have No Control.

The Day We Stop Playing Will Be The Day We Stop Learning.

Effective Teaching May Be The Hardest Job There Is.