As far as intellect, what else is there? Without intellect, no story and no world.

The mind at war with itself does war with any other mind, and that produces war in the world - all of it.

It's not easy to find your own way when you believe that you need love, approval, appreciation, or anything from your family. It's particularly hard when you want them to see things your way.

It's just a constant thing when the mind starts to wake up to itself.

My mother became a believer, and then I became a believer. But when I was 43 years old, I began to think for myself, somehow, by fluke and by grace. And I thought, "Oh, my. I was so mistaken." The world isn't what I believed it to be. I am not what I believed me to be, and neither is anyone.

If our stressful thoughts aren't true, what does that leave? It leaves, "I am loveable" - the very thing I could never make myself believe, because "I'm unloveable" overrides it when the chips are down.

I stopped waiting for the world to give me what I wanted; I started giving it to myself.