Any Story That You Tell About Yourself

My Mother Became A Believer, And Then I Became A Believer. But When I Was 43 Years Old, I Began To Think For Myself, Somehow, By Fluke And By Grace. And I Thought, "oh, My. I Was So Mistaken." The World Isn't What I Believed It To Be. I Am Not What I Believed Me To Be, And Neither Is Anyone.

Any Thought Of Discomfort Or Stress Is An Alarm That Lets You Know You're Believing An Untrue Thought

We Fear Only What We Haven’t Understood.

I Like To Say It Was Born Out Of Laughter.

The Ego Is Terrified Of The Truth. And The Truth Is That The Ego Doesn't Exist.