Breathe Through the Pain, It Always Gets Easier with Time.

Your life is a precious gift from an imaginative loving Source that endlessly breathes life.

Your soul is a precious gift from an imaginative loving Source that endlessly breathes life.

Take Care of Yourself First- It’s Easier to Serve Others That Way.

Polarity exists so that we may discover the truth beyond this world of duality, which is the ultimate purpose of life.

We are born into this precious human existence to achieve the uni cation of opposites and become enlightened, or liberated, from the illusion of separation.

See yourself as the perfect creation that you are, but at the same time, recognize with sincere honesty, the areas of your life that are out of balance and get to work to improve and grow.

The path to wholeness starts by loving yourself. It always starts there. If you love yourself, you will do whatever it takes to restore your health and happiness.

In every moment we are faced with choices that will serve our highest intentions, or gratify our unconscious desires.

When you are mindful of Spirit and connecting to the breath with an open heart, that is yoga.

Know, in every moment, that you have attracted this situation into your life experience so you can grow and learn the lessons necessary to get to the next level.

Being rejected by someone you knew you never stood a chance with is like pouring salt on a wound that already has salt in it. It preserves the hurt.

I didn’t look back, but I knew you were still watching. It probably sounds weird, but I could just feel it. The hairs on my neck bristled when you blinked.

And there is no use whatever, gentlemen, trying to help people who do not help themselves. You cannot push any one up a ladder unless he be willing to climb a little himself.

I use the rules to frustrate the law. But I didn't set up the ground rules.

Nothing any good isn't hard.

If this is a Great Society, I'd hate to see a bad one.

To experience spiritual victory, you must depend on God's resources.

I grew up in the Ukraine 'til I was about 7, and then I moved to L.A.

Memory is a net: one that finds it full of fish when he takes it from the brook, but a dozen miles of water have run through it without sticking.

You're barely even wearing a shirt! What are you going to do if a mugger jumps out at you, flash them?