The miracle of your being cannot escape itself. Your thoughts blossom into events. Your beliefs grow as surely in time and space as flowers do.

My mother-in-law is obsessed with clowns.

Ship small art. Then, ship medium art. Then, ship world-changing, scary, change-your-underwear art.

The dreamer creates his dreams for his own purposes, selecting only those symbols which have meaning to him.

You can spend your time on stage pleasing the heckler in the back, or you can devote it to the audience that came to hear you perform.

You must watch the pictures that you paint with your imagination. Your environment and the conditions of your life at any given time are the direct result of your own inner expectations. If you imagine dire circumstances, ill health or desperate loneliness, these will be 'automatically' materialized, for these thoughts themselves bring about the conditions that will give them a reality in physical terms. If you would have good health then you must imagine this as vividly as you fearfully imagine ill health.

On the one hand you take life too seriously, and on the other, you do not take playful existence seriously enough.