My Childhood Years Were A Balance Of

'age' Is The Acceptance Of A Term Of Years. But Maturity Is The Glory Of Years.

Stand Up! Keep Your Backs Straight! Remember That This Is Where The Wings Grow.

I'm Asked So Often Whether I Believe In Life After Death. I Do Believe In The Sanctity Of Life, The Continuity Of Life And Of Energy. I Know The Anonymity Of Death Has No Appeal For Me. It Is The Now That I Must Face And Want To Face.

Practice Means To Perform, Over And Over Again In The Face Of All Obstacles, Some Act Of Vision, Of Faith, Of Desire. Practice Is A Means Of Inviting The Perfection Desired.

The Body Is Shaped, Disciplined, Honored, And In Time, Trusted.