The subconscious mind has no sense of humor and people often joke themselves into unhappy experiences.

The game of life is a game of boomerangs. Our thoughts, deeds and words return to us sooner or later with astounding accuracy.

Gratitude is the law of increase, and complaint is the law of decrease.

All that is mine by Divine Right is now released and reaches me in great avalanches of abundance, under grace in miraculous ways.

YOUR WORD IS YOUR WAND. THE WORDS YOU SPEAK CREATE YOUR OWN DESTINY

Infinite Spirit, open the way for my great abundance. I am an irresistible magnet for all that belongs to me by Divine Right.

Unexpected doors fly open, unexpected channels are free, and endless avalanches of abundance are poured out upon me, under grace in perfect ways.

When one has made his demands upon the Universal, he must be ready for surprises. Everything may seem to be going wrong, when in reality, it is going right.

Every great work, every big accomplishment, has been brought into manifestation through holding to the vision, and often just before the big achievement, comes apparent failure and discouragement.

Man can only receive what he sees himself receiving.

Words and thoughts are a tremendous vibratory force, ever moulding man's body and affairs.

The ultimate currency is called ''Creativity''.

I don't know what goes on behind my back... I always feel like, if you don't have anything good to say, then don't say anything.

I could learn how to press 'Record' on a tape recorder and write for a newspaper or a magazine.

Truly, as the ancients taught us, there is nothing under the moon, however fine, that is not subject to corruption.

These moments were wondrous and divine, instances when the gossamer curtain between heaven and earth ripped and all of humanity witnessed the marvel of the ethereal beings.

I'm a strong man, and usually I get over hurts and it makes me stronger when I come back.

I've always loved my own little office spaces no matter what they were like. It's the Virginia Woolf, room of one's own concept, it's really important.

Bess had become the ocean, always breaking against the rocks but never staying broken. Her love was the ocean, too, endless and always changing, yet forever the same.

I don't want to be a professional cripple. And I don't see the suicide stuff as tragic.

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