Rediscovering our own miraculousness is the most important, valuable, world-peacing, beauty-spreading, kind, and generous thing we can do.

Left unstewarded, anger, resentment, fear, frustration—any form non-Love takes—can grow into all sorts of warfare, internal and external.

Finding our joy requires no leaping. It only wishes we’d opt for being lifted.

Believing in miraculosity makes it even more available to us.

I believe we can choose Love and gratitude, or choose Other Than. Those are our options, and in the end, there’s only one option.

What you think, you see. Your expectations create your reality.

Why not believe in miracles, create them, invite them for dinner, and offer them a place to stay every single day? Just because we have not doesn’t mean we cannot.

Miracles and bliss are the norm.

Finding joy in the everyday is bliss, is miraculous, and is totally rediscoverable by each of us. The main ingredient for bliss is releasing yesterdays and tomorrows, and remembering who we are now.

There’s nothing you have to be, do, or get in order to find bliss. Just slow down, listen, and remember.

Bliss is amplified and fortified by being centered during the everyday stuff.

[H]iding how you really feel and trying to make everyone happy doesn't make you nice, it just makes you a liar.

Legal action is but warfare disguised.

If you want to prosper, prosper God.

At bottom, every state regards another as a gang of robbers who will fall upon it as soon as there is an opportunity.

Gas tax holiday is a classic Washington gimmick.

On the top of these mile thick slabs of ice the water is percolating quickly to the base and greasing the skids, as it were, for the slide of that ice into the ocean.

I thought he might hit me over the head, knowing that he wanted to do the whole show. He was young, ambitious, and a huge talent. But he was also very gentle, and we got along fine.

Some people have said Brother Khalid was a villain, but we know he was a victim in a world that is evil. Racism and injustice are the real villains here.

Reagan's half a disciple of Benjamin Franklin. He believes in early to bed.

Magicians disappear all the time, but as soon as a regular person does it, everyone is all scared. "Tom's gone!" "Is he a magician?" "No." "Then let's print up some flyers!"