Like the bee, we should make our industry our amusement.

Like the bee, we should make our industry our amusement.

Every individual has a place to fill in the world, and is important, in some respect, whether he chooses to read more

Every individual has a place to fill in the world, and is important, in some respect, whether he chooses to be so or not.

The way to activate the seeds of your creation is by making choices about the results you want to create. read more

The way to activate the seeds of your creation is by making choices about the results you want to create. When you make a choice, you activate vast human energies and resources, which otherwise go untapped. All too often people fail to focus their choices upon results and therefore their choices are ineffective. If you limit your choices only to what seems possible or reasonable, you disconnect yourself from what you truly want, and all that is left is compromise.

Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow. Don't walk behind me; I may not lead. Just walk read more

Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow. Don't walk behind me; I may not lead. Just walk beside me and be my friend.

You can have anything you want-if you want it badly enough. You can be
anything you want to be, have read more

You can have anything you want-if you want it badly enough. You can be
anything you want to be, have anything you desire, accomplish anything you
set out to accomplish-if you will hold to that desire with singleness of
purpose.

Life is like a hand of cards. You have to play the hand you're dealt, you can't win by folding, read more

Life is like a hand of cards. You have to play the hand you're dealt, you can't win by folding, and sometimes you must take chances in order 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.

The trouble with the rat race is that even when you win, you're still a
rat.

The trouble with the rat race is that even when you win, you're still a
rat.

Love is an ideal thing, marriage is a real thing. A confusion of the
real with the ideal never goes read more

Love is an ideal thing, marriage is a real thing. A confusion of the
real with the ideal never goes unpunished.