We always thought we'd look back on our tears and laugh, but we never thought we'd look back on our laughter and cry.

Our subconscious minds have no sense of humor, play no jokes and cannot tell the difference between reality and an imagined thought or image. What we continually think about eventually will manifest in our lives... Any thought that is passed on to the subconscious often enough and convincingly enough is finally accepted.

One single grateful thought raised to heaven is the most perfect prayer.

Thought = creation. If these thoughts are attached to powerful emotions (good or bad) that speeds the creation.

Here is an eccentric thought that one day might save your life: happiness needs no reason!

'Tis better to be silent and be thought a fool, than to speak and remove all doubt.

There were women in the golden age of Greece, called hetaerae, who were celebrated by Socrates and philosophers of his time. Although they existed solely for their own pleasure and that of men, they were respected for their independence of mind and spirit and thought of highly by the Greeks. Single women in today's world can function like hetaerae, learning from many and giving back to whom they will, and for the woman who enjoys such a life, it can be a good one, and one both she and society can be the better for.

When God thought of Mother, he must have laughed satisfaction and framed it quickly — so rich, so deep, so divine, so full of soul, power, and beauty was the conception.

This wonderful poem was published in the book The Taylors of Ongar by Doris Mary Armitage, Cambridge: W. Heffer & Sons Ltd. , 1939. p. 181-182.

When sleep forsook my open eye,
Who was it sung sweet hushaby,
And rock'd me that I should not cry?
My Mother.

Who sat and watch'd my infant head,
When sleeping on my cradle bed,
And tears of sweet affection shed?
My Mother.

When pain and sickness made me cry,
Who gaz'd upon my heavy eye,
And wept, for fear that I should die?
My Mother.

Who drest my doll in clothes so gay,
And taught me pretty how to play,
And minded all I had to say?
My Mother.

Who ran to help me when I fell,
And would some pretty story tell,
Or kiss the place to make it well?
My Mother.

Who taught my infant lips to pray,
And love God's holy book and day,
And walk in wisdom's pleasant way?
My Mother.

And can I ever cease to be

When I first came to Hollywood, I was told to go out with an agent because it was good for my career. So I went to a party with him because it was good for my 'career.' Well, he thought the whole thing was a big date. Needless to say, I was very upset.

If any man wish to write in a clear style, let him be first clear in his thoughts; and if any would write in a noble style, let him first possess a noble soul.

Once you replace negative thoughts with positive ones, you'll start having positive results.

You'll seldom experience regret for anything that you've done. It is what you haven't done that will torment you. The message, therefore, is clear. Do it! Develop an appreciation for the present moment. Seize every second of your life and savor it. Value your present moments. Using them up in any self-defeating ways means you've lost them forever.

Memory is the cabinet of imagination, the treasury of reason, the registry of conscience and the council-chamber of thought.