There are opportunities everywhere, just as there have always been.

Words are also seeds, and when dropped into the invisible spiritual substance, they grow and bring forth after their kind.

Here is a mental treatment guaranteed to cure every ill that flesh is heir to: sit for half an hour every night and mentally forgive everyone against whom you have any ill will or antipathy.

We must learn to let go, to give up, to make room for the things we have prayed for and desired.

The mind of the spirit will guide you in perfect ways, even in the minute details of your life, if you will let it do so.

The spiritual substance from which comes all visible wealth is never depleted. It is right with you all the time and responds to your faith in it and your demands on it.

Let the God within you express itself through you in the world without.

We increase whatever we praise. The whole creation responds to praise, and is glad.

I fairly sizzle with zeal, energy, and enthusiasm; eager to do that which ought to be done by me today.

We shall serve for the joy of serving, prosperity shall flow to us and through us in unending streams of plenty.

The one and only formative power given to man is thought. By his thinking he not only makes character, but body and affairs, for "as he thinketh within himself, so is he."

May you have the courage to choose love over hate.

A government is not legitimate merely because it exists.

Faded smiles oft linger in the face, While grief's first flakes fall silent on the heart!

You get a lot of people requesting photographs but I tend to keep myself to myself, pull my cap down.

Somebody can say they don't understand why somebody drifts. But I've always found people who drift interesting, 'cause it shows me the game's not stagnant in their own head. They're thinking.

I don't just sit down and write all day, or the songs would be weird or stupid. They would be about different stupid thoughts that I go through.

She used my toothbrush to clean the toilet.

Sure love is cruel and selfish and totally obtuse-- at least, blinded by the light, young love is.

Every shop in every High Street in Europe is filled with basically the same stuff. There's a street in every city of the world that has a Gap and Benneton's, and the upscale versions of those.

The end of spring- the poet is brooding about editors.