He Who Has Spent Has Used; He

What Makes Us Feel Drawn To Music Is That Our Whole Being Is Music: Our Mind And Body, The Nature In Which We Live, The Nature Which Has Made Us, All That Is Beneath And Around Us, It Is All Music.

In This World Of Illusion, Where At The End Of The Examination, We Find Everything To Be Of Little Importance, Of Little Worth, If There Is A Sign Of Reality, Of Something One Can Depend Upon, And In Which One Can Recognize A Sign Of Eternity, It Is In The Constancy Of Friendship.

Before Making Peace, War Is Necessary, And That War Must Be Made With Our Self. Our Worst Enemy Is Our Self: Our Faults, Our Weaknesses, Our Limitations. And Our Mind Is Such A Traitor! What Does It? It Covers Our Faults Even From Our Own Eyes, And Points Out To Us The Reason For All Our Difficulties: Others! So It Constantly Deludes Us, Keeping Us Unaware Of The Real Enemy, And Pushes Us Towards Those Others To Fight Them, Showing Them To Us As Our Enemies.

What One Really Wants Is Attracted By One, And One Is Attracted By What One Wants.

Love Itself Is The Healing Power And The Remedy For All Pain.