God is dead, God remains dead, and we have killed him.
You can only give away what you have inside. Become an instrument of love, invite love to accompany you 247. Give away love, and it has to come streaming into your life.
With everything that has happened to you, you can either feel sorry for yourself or treat what has happened as a gift. Everything is either an opportunity to grow or an obstacle to keep you from growing. You get to choose.
Give thanks for all that shows up in your life including the stuff that you perceive to be negative, the things that you wish wouldn't have happened. Don't take anything forgranted.
Be miserable. Or motivate yourself. Whatever has to be done, it's always your choice.
Self-worth comes from one thing - thinking that you are worthy.
It is impossible for you to be angry and laugh at the same time. Anger and laughter are mutually exclusive and you have the power to choose either.
Last of all came the cat, who looked round, as usual, for the warmest place, and finally squeezed herself in between Boxer and Clover; there she purred contentedly throughout Major's speech without listening to a word of what he was saying.
The banjo is such a happy instrument--you can't play a sad song on the banjo - it always comes out so cheerful.
It's such an interesting world. It wouldn't be half so interesting if we knew all about everything, would it?
A pauper traveller will sing before a beggar.