Your heart and my heart are very, very old friends.

There are different wells within your heart. Some fill with each good rain, Others are far too deep for that.

God disguised as myriad things, and playing a game of tag has kissed you and said, "You're it. I mean you're really it. Now it does not matter what you believe or feel. For something wonderful, something major-league wonderful, is someday going to happen."

This place where you are right now, God circled on a map for you.

It is written on the gate of heaven: Nothing in existence is more powerful than destiny. And destiny brought you here, to this page, which is part of your ticket-as all things are-to return to God.

What do sad people have in common? It seems they have all built a shrine to the past and often go there and do a strange wail and worship. What is the beginning of Happiness? It is to stop being so religious like that.

How Do I Listen to others? As if everyone were my Master Speaking to me His Cherished Last Words.