We Become What We Look At Most.

When We Recognize That Nothing Has To Go Right For Us To Be Happy, That People Do Not Have To Behave For Us To Love Them, Our Walk Home Can Be Surprisingly Simple. We Have Enormous Power Not To Manipulate The World, But To Be Happy And To Know Peace.

Whenever I Find Myself Arguing For Something With Great Passion, I Can Be Certain I'm Not Convinced.

Very Seldom Will A Person Give Up On Himself. He Continues To Have Hope Because He Knows He Has The Potential For Change. He Tries Again - Not Just To Exist, But To Bring About Those Changes In Himself That Will Make Life Worth Living. Yet People Are Very Quick To Give Up On Friends, And Especially On Their Spouses, To Declare Them Hopeless, And To Either Walk Away Or Do Nothing More Than Resign Themselves To A Bad Situation.

Life Is Also A Mixture Of Unsolved Problems, Ambiguous Victories And Vague Defeats-with Very Few Moments Of Clear Peace.

Books Seek Us Out. They Slip Themselves Into Our Hands Just At The Time We Are Ready For A New Self-concept.