Am I incapable of living with the one sole guarantee, that I'm still here? Am I afraid of living because I fear death?

Success and failure are greatly overrated. But failure gives you a whole lot more to talk about.

I believe that the only possible reason for our being here is to serve in some form or another but that the form is not always readily found or recognized. And I've noticed that those who refuse to serve often wind up as slaves.

Try not to have idols: they are interchangeable and lead to a wantonness that is easily mistaken for love.

Prosperity's disciples build careful bastions against age and change.

Am I incapable of living with the one sole guarantee, that I'm still here? Am I afraid of living because I fear death?

If one sits down and concentrates on imagining the worst possible surroundings for rehearsing a musical show, it's never as bad as the rehearsal rooms one actually lands in.