Fail at love, and the other tests don't matter.

Rebuilding us. Isn't that what the spirit requires, when we climb over the wreckage of our lives, sometimes, we go on to make our lives our own affirmation? We are perfect expressions of perfect Love, here and now. There is no permanent injury.

Numbers are limits, and perfection doesn't have limits.

Mortalhood is a fine state to visit, but you'd better not call it home.

Your harshest truths are dreams, and your gentlest dreams are true.

Whatever We Hold in Thought Comes True in Our Experience; Like Attracts Like; we experiment with the Law of Changing Appearances, to make our outer world reflect our inner.

Like everything else, Fletcher. Practice.