The Opening To Reality, As It Really

Who I Believed Myself To Be Was A Hopeless Case. I Would Wake Up In The Mornings And Notice I Was Still Alive And Breathing And Hate God, Hate Myself, Hate Life, And Contemplate Ways Of Killing Myself.

The Only Time We Suffer Is When We Believe A Thought That Argues With What Is. When The Mind Is Perfectly Clear, What Is Is What We Want.

If Your Happiness Depends On Your Children Being Happy, That Makes Them Your Hostages. So Stay Out Of Their Business, Stop Using Them For Your Happiness, And Be Your Own Happiness. And That Way You Are The Teacher For Your Children: Someone Who Knows How To Live A Happy Life.

My Mother Became A Believer, And Then I Became A Believer. But When I Was 43 Years Old, I Began To Think For Myself, Somehow, By Fluke And By Grace. And I Thought, "oh, My. I Was So Mistaken." The World Isn't What I Believed It To Be. I Am Not What I Believed Me To Be, And Neither Is Anyone.

I Can Find Only Three Kinds Of Business In The Universe: Mine, Yours, And God's.