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The Real Tragedy Is The Tragedy Of The Man Who Never In His Life Braces Himself For His One Supreme Effort-he Never Stretches To His Full Capacity, Never Stands Up To His Full Stature.

One Of The Chief Things Which My Typical Man Has To Learn Is That The Mental Faculties Are Capable Of A Continuous Hard Activity; They Do Not Tire Like An Arm Or A Leg. All They Want Is Change - Not Rest, Except In Sleep.

It Is Within The Experience Of Everyone That When Pleasure And Pain Reach A Certain Intensity They Are Indistinguishable.

Your Own Mind Is A Sacred Enclosure Into Which Nothing Harmful Can Enter Except By Your Permission.

To My Mind The Most Poignant Mystical Exhoration Ever Written Is "be Still And Know That I Am God."