The closest distance between two people is a good
laugh.

The closest distance between two people is a good
laugh.

For the truly faithful, no miracle is necessary. For those who doubt, no miracle is sufficient.

For the truly faithful, no miracle is necessary. For those who doubt, no miracle is sufficient.

Listen to life, and you will hear the voice of life crying, Be!.

Listen to life, and you will hear the voice of life crying, Be!.

I will grow. I will become something new and grand, but no grander than I now am. Just as the read more

I will grow. I will become something new and grand, but no grander than I now am. Just as the sky will be different in a few hours, its present perfection and completeness is not deficient, so am I presently perfect and not deficient because I will be different tomorrow. I will grow and I am not deficient.

Man’s power of choice enables him to think like an angel or a devil, a king or a slave. Whatever read more

Man’s power of choice enables him to think like an angel or a devil, a king or a slave. Whatever he chooses, mind will create and manifest.

The highest form of ignorance is when you reject something you don't
know anything about.

The highest form of ignorance is when you reject something you don't
know anything about.

As a rule, we find what we look for; we achieve what we get ready for.

As a rule, we find what we look for; we achieve what we get ready for.

There are winners, there are losers and there are people who have not
yet learned how to win.

There are winners, there are losers and there are people who have not
yet learned how to win.

Here is little Effie's head. Her brains are made of gingerbread. When
the judgement day comes, God will find six read more

Here is little Effie's head. Her brains are made of gingerbread. When
the judgement day comes, God will find six crumbs. Stooping by the coffin
lid waiting for something to rise as the something's always did. Imagine
His surprise, bellowing above the general noise, "Where is Effie? She
was dead." Back to God in a tiny voice: "My name's Maybe."
The first crumb said. The number two crumb picked up the song.
"Might, I'm called. I've done no wrong." Cried the third crumb,
"I am Should. Here's our little brother Could and my big sister
Would. Don't punish us for we've been good." And the last crumb, with
some shame, whispered unto God, "My name is Must and with the others,
we've been Effie, who isn't alive and never was. Cross the threshold have
no dread. Lift the sheet back in this way.