Nothing is a greater stranger to my breast, or a sin that my soul more abhors, than that black and detestable one, ingratitude.

I cannot but think we have much to be thankful for, and more still to hope for in the future.

Be nice to everyone, always smile, and appreciate things because it could all be gone tomorrow.

Believe it or not, I thank my mom for how she raised me in a neighborhood where I had to jump and chase daily. It only made me what I am today.

I just appreciate still having the longevity that I've had in my career.

We should not cry about something that was taken from us, but, yes, love what we have been given. Because what is really ours is never gone forever.