We Become What We Look At Most.

To Sing With The Voice Of Angels As We Do The Work Of Angels. To Laugh With The Laugh Of Buddha As We Go To Our Awakening. To Extend The Arms Of Jesus To Welcome The Presence Of Children And Let Them Climb Into Our Hearts.

Because The Results Are Unpredictable, No Effort Of Mine Is Doomed To Failure.

The Ego, As A Collection Of Our Past Experiences, Is Continually Offering Miserable Lines Of Thought. It's As If There Were A Stream With Little Fish Swimming By, And When We Hook One Of Them There Is A Judgment. The Ego Is Constantly Judging Everybody And Everything. It Has Its Constant Little Chit Chat About Things That Can Happen In The Future, Things About The Past, Too, And These Are The Little Fish That Swim By. And What We Learn To Do-this Is Why It Takes Work-is To Not Reach Out And Grab A Fish.

There Is Nothing More Painful Than Walking Around With Bitterness In Your Heart.

Before, I Thought I Was Actually Fighting For My Own Self-worth; That Is Why I So Desperately Wanted People To Like Me. I Thought Their Liking Me Was A Comment On Me, But It Was A Comment On Them.