There is a limit to how much you can change to be liked for who you really are.
There is no such thing as a list of reasons. There is either one sufficient reason or a list of excuses.
If you search the world for happiness, you may find it in the end, for the world is round and will lead you back to your door.
Making a different mistake every day is not only acceptable, it is the definition of progress.
I respect more the person who struggles with his faith than the person who is confident in his skepticism.
In the end you don't so much find yourself as you find someone who knows who you are.