Who I believed myself to be was a hopeless case. I would wake up in the mornings and notice I was still alive and breathing and hate God, hate myself, hate life, and contemplate ways of killing myself.

Life just happens. It’s what you’re believing about life that makes you suffer.

If you question your thoughts about when your son is not healthy, you come to see that you're the only one you're worried about. It's like without him, you're not happy - so it's all about your happiness. You want him to live for you - for your happiness.

Pay close attention to the particular thoughts you use to deprive yourself of happiness.

I love what I think, and I'm never tempted to believe it.

The only difference between heaven and hell is believing a thought.

Spare yourself from seeking love, approval, or appreciation-from anyone. And watch what happens in reality, just for fun.