What Gives Life Its Value If Not

If We Can Feel That It Is Not Our Voice, Not Our Fingers, But Some Reality Deep Inside Our Heart Which Is Expressing Itself, Then We Will Know That It Is The Soul’s Music.

The Beckoning Hands Of God's Hopeful Smile Will, Without Fail, One Day Greet The Fruitful Cries Of Man's Prayerful Heart.

My Mind's Cries Tell Me That Everything On Earth Is Tragic. My Heart's Smiles Tell Me That Everything On Earth Is Magic.

Gratitude Is Pure Happiness. Happiness Is Sure Perfection.

When We Transcend Ourselves, We Do Not Compete With Others. We Do Not Compete With The Rest Of The World, But At Every Moment We Compete With Ourselves.