When We Cling To Pain, We End

Hold On To Your Dreams For They Are, In A Sense, The Stuff Of Which Reality Is Made. It Is Through Our Dreams That We Maintain The Possibility Of A Better, More Meaningful Life.

Things Omitted Are Often More Deadly Than Errors Committed.

He Must Also Know Evil, Hate And Bigotry As Real Phenomena, But He Must See Love As The Greater Force. He Must Not Doubt This Even For A Moment Or He Is Lost. His Only Salvation Is To Dedicate Himself To Love, In The Same Fashion As Gandhi Did To Militant Nonviolence, As Socrates To Truth, As Jesus Did To Love And As More Did To Integrity. Only Then Will He Have The Strength To Combat The Forces Of Doubt, Confusion And Contradiction. He Can Depend Upon No On Or No Thing For Reinforcement And Assurance But Himself.

Love Is Spontaneous And Craves Expression Through Joy, Through Beauty, Through Truth, Even Through Tears. Love Lives The Moment; It's Neither Lost In Yesteryear Nor Does It Crave For Tomorrow. Love Is Now!

Why Do Some People Always See Beautiful Skies And Grass And Lovely Flowers And Incredible Human Beings, While Others Are Hard-pressed To Find Anything Or Any Place That Is Beautiful?