I am a writer of the textbooks of scientology.
Motherhood is, after all, woman's great and incomparable work.
Let your mind be quiet, realizing the beauty of the world, and the immense boundless treasures that it holds.
IN April 1882 my father died; and I was at once whirled out of my land of dreams into a very different sphere.
Remember, the serpent is still living in the Garden of Eden. Only the heterosexual couple was expelled.
Anyone who realises what Love is, the dedication of the heart, so profound, so absorbing, so mysterious, so imperative, and always just in the noblest natures so strong, cannot fail to see how difficult, how tragic even, must often be the fate of those whose deepest feelings are destined from the earliest days to be a riddle and a stumbling-block, unexplained to themselves, passed over in silence by others.
I saw deep in the eyes of the animals, the human soul look out upon me.
I have principles and I am not going to be forced to compromise them.
I don't like labels, but I do have blue eyes and I'm soulful, so what am I going to do?
Laugh as much as you breathe and love as long as you live.
I don't know a soul who doesn't maintain two separate lists of doctrines the ones that they believe that they believe; and the ones that they actually try to live by.