Evaluate what you want -- because what gets measured, gets produced.

Evaluate what you want -- because what gets measured, gets produced.

Look at every path closely and deliberately. Try it as many times as
you think necessary. Then ask yourself and read more

Look at every path closely and deliberately. Try it as many times as
you think necessary. Then ask yourself and yourself alone one question. .
. Does this path have a heart? If it does, the path is good. If it
doesn't, it is of no use.

My attitude is never to be satisfied, never enough, never.

My attitude is never to be satisfied, never enough, never.

Anything you cannot relinquish when it has outlived its usefulness
possesses you, and in this materialistic age a great many read more

Anything you cannot relinquish when it has outlived its usefulness
possesses you, and in this materialistic age a great many of us are
possessed by our possessions.

No man will work for your interests unless they are his.

No man will work for your interests unless they are his.

There are no ordinary moments.

There are no ordinary moments.

If ever there is tomorrow when we're not together.. there is something you must always remember. you are braver than read more

If ever there is tomorrow when we're not together.. there is something you must always remember. you are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. but the most important thing is, even if we're apart.. i'll always be with you.

That thou seest, man, become too thou must; God, if thou seest God, dust,
if thou seest dust.

That thou seest, man, become too thou must; God, if thou seest God, dust,
if thou seest dust.

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.