Learn the richness of solitude & quiet. That still small voice is yearning to be heard.

By learning to trust your intuition, miracles seem to happen. Intuitive thoughts are gifts from the higher self.

Remove those 'I want you to like me' stickers from your forehead and, instead, place them where they truly will do the most good -on your mirror!

You're not a failure if you don't make it. You're a success because you tried.

One step at a time is enough for me. Impatience is simply a way of beating yourself up.

Complaining will not change things in your life; only action will. Make a list of all you need to do to change what doesn't work in your life and, little by little, begin making those changes.

Your inner peace has nothing to do with your dramas of your life.

As you begin to understand the immense power and love you hold inside, you will find an unending surge of joy, light and love that will nourish and support you all the days of your life.

So commit! Commit yourself to pushing through the fear and becoming more than you are at the present moment. The you that could be is absolutely colossal.

I never knew how high a price one pays for being taken care of.

If the sign on your heart says "WELCOME", the love will come pouring in from everywhere.

Some wounds were worth bearing for the healing they brought.

Men all do about the same thing when they wake up.

Even as children they had been good in fact, but also in order to be seen as good. There was something disturbingly like hypocrisy about it all...

I understand a lot of stuff for a lot of people, how??You won't get the answer!

Where are the people?” resumed the little prince at last. “It’s a little lonely in the desert…” “It is lonely when you’re among people, too,” said the snake.

God buries His workmen but carries on His work.

We learn about tithing by paying it.

The songs are about things that we were thinking and we wrote 'em down, and when you listen to 'em, whatever you think it's about... THAT'S what it's about!

If growing up is painful for the Southern Black girl, being aware of her displacement is the rust on the razor that threatens the throat. It is an unnecessary insult.

At a certain depth of distress, the poor, in their stupor, groan no longer over evil, and are no longer thankful for good.