Who would you be if you didn't believe this lie?

It's very benign, it seems, to think, "There's a tree." In fact, it's a very beautiful thought. If someone chops down all the trees, then we think, "Oh, my goodness, something is out of order in my world." We begin to think, "Who am I in a world without trees?"

The only way I can be angry at you is when I have thought, said, or done something that is unkind in my own opinion.

Reality is always the story of a past, and what I love about the past is—it's over.

When you say or do anything to please, get, keep, influence, or control anyone or anything, fear is the cause and pain is the result.

No-one can disappoint you, only your thoughts about them can

I like to say it was born out of laughter.