Fears, Indecision, And Frustration Feed On Words.

If My Attention Is Wandering, There Is Somewhere It Wants To Go, So Obviously It Does Not Want To Be Where I Am Holding It In The Name Of Some Self-styled Obligation.

Negative Feedback Is Better That None. I Would Rather Have A Man Hate Me Than Overlook Me. As Long As He Hates Me I Make A Difference.

I Sometimes React To Making A Mistake As If I Have Betrayed Myself. My Fear Of Making A Mistake Seems To Be Based On The Hidden Assumption That I Am Potentially Perfect And That If I Can Just Be Very Careful I Will Not Fall From Heaven. But A 'mistake' Is A Declaration Of The Way I Am, A Jolt To The Way I Intend, A Reminder I Am Not Dealing With The Facts. When I Have Listened To My Mistakes I Have Grown.

Books Seek Us Out. They Slip Themselves Into Our Hands Just At The Time We Are Ready For A New Self-concept.

When We Recognize That Nothing Has To Go Right For Us To Be Happy, That People Do Not Have To Behave For Us To Love Them, Our Walk Home Can Be Surprisingly Simple. We Have Enormous Power Not To Manipulate The World, But To Be Happy And To Know Peace.