Profitability doesn't happen when you're walking on bullshit.

Profitability doesn't happen when you're walking on bullshit.

When our eyes see our hands doing the work of our hearts, the circle of Creation is completed inside us, read more

When our eyes see our hands doing the work of our hearts, the circle of Creation is completed inside us, the doors of our souls fly open and love steps forth to heal everything in sight.

When one door closes, another opens: but we often look so long and so
regretfully upon the closed door that read more

When one door closes, another opens: but we often look so long and so
regretfully upon the closed door that we do not see the one which has
opened for us.

Striving for excellence motivates you; striving for perfection is demoralizing.

Striving for excellence motivates you; striving for perfection is demoralizing.

Telling someone the truth is a loving act.

Telling someone the truth is a loving act.

Heroes became heroes flaws and all. You don't have to be perfect to
fulfill your dream.

Heroes became heroes flaws and all. You don't have to be perfect to
fulfill your dream.

Ability is what you're capable of doing. Motivation determines what you do. Attitude determines how well you do it.

Ability is what you're capable of doing. Motivation determines what you do. Attitude determines how well you do it.

You can tell whether a man is clever by his answers. You can tell whether
a man is wise by read more

You can tell whether a man is clever by his answers. You can tell whether
a man is wise by his questions.

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.