Sever the ignorant doubt in your heart with the sword of
self-knowledge. Observe your discipline. Arise.

Sever the ignorant doubt in your heart with the sword of
self-knowledge. Observe your discipline. Arise.

If you are going to do something wrong, at least enjoy it.

If you are going to do something wrong, at least enjoy it.

Creativity, as has been said, consists largely of rearranging what we know
in order to find out what we do read more

Creativity, as has been said, consists largely of rearranging what we know
in order to find out what we do not know....Hence, to think creatively, we
must be able to look afresh at what we normally take for granted.

Flatter me, and I may not believe you. Criticize me, and I may not like you. Ignore me, and I read more

Flatter me, and I may not believe you. Criticize me, and I may not like you. Ignore me, and I may not forgive you. Encourage me, and I may not forget you.

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.

And now here is my secret, a very simple secret; it is only with the heart that one can see read more

And now here is my secret, a very simple secret; it is only with the heart that one can see rightly, what is essential is invisible to the eye.

A musician must make music, an artist must paint, a poet must write, if
he is to be ultimately at read more

A musician must make music, an artist must paint, a poet must write, if
he is to be ultimately at peace with himself.

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.

That is why you fail. (in response to Luke saying, "I don't
believe it.").

That is why you fail. (in response to Luke saying, "I don't
believe it.").