I keep the telephone of my mind open to peace, harmony, health, love, and
abundance. Then, whenever doubt, anxiety, or read more

I keep the telephone of my mind open to peace, harmony, health, love, and
abundance. Then, whenever doubt, anxiety, or fear try to call me, they
will keep getting a busy signal-and soon they'll forget my number.

The speed of the leader determines the rate of the pack.

The speed of the leader determines the rate of the pack.

The body is a community made up of its innumerable cells or
inhabitants.

The body is a community made up of its innumerable cells or
inhabitants.

Over the years, I've had hundreds of shots blocked. You've got to go in and take chances.

Over the years, I've had hundreds of shots blocked. You've got to go in and take chances.

You've got to create a dream. You've got to uphold the dream. If you
can't, go back to the factory read more

You've got to create a dream. You've got to uphold the dream. If you
can't, go back to the factory or go back to the desk.

The manager administers; the leader innovates.

The manager administers; the leader innovates.

Cease trying to work everything out with your minds. It
will get you nowhere. Live by intuition and inspiration and read more

Cease trying to work everything out with your minds. It
will get you nowhere. Live by intuition and inspiration and let your whole
life be a revelation.

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.

Vision is the art of seeing things invisible.

Vision is the art of seeing things invisible.