Your Friend and Foe

“A man's own self is his friend. A man's own self is his foe” —Bhagavad-Gita 

Paradise Is Here

Paradise is here, or nowhere. Happiness cannot be found in a bottle or a pill; it can only be discovered in that great spirit that rests deep within. Lord knows, if you can't find it in here, you sure ain't gonna find it out there. -Lonise Bias

Did You Know?

That, When you are trying to live your dreams, there are people who will discourage you if you set ambitious goals and yet without goals there can be no achievement. There are people who will frown upon you as you seek a better life, and yet it is essential that all of us find true... Continue Reading →

Do You Think It’s Too Late?

What are you aspiring for that you think you are too old to get? Have you given up on your longtime dream because you think you can't achieve it? Don't! "Reach for the stars. Even if you didn't land on it, you will have startdusts on your hand." Never give in to naysayers. Do you... Continue Reading →

Thought for Today #020

If you are satisfied with just getting by, step aside for the person who isn't. - A.G Gaston

Build It Well

Build it well, whate'er you do; Build it straight and strong and true; Build it clean and high and broad; Build it for the eye of God.

Thought for Today #019

Dear Reader, Today and everyday, Be strong, but not rude; Be kind, but not weak; Be bold, but not a bully; Be thoughtful, but not lazy; Be humble, but not timid; Be proud, but not arrogant; Have humor, but without folly

You Can Do Anything

Dear reader, I'm more convinced than ever that you can do anything you want to. You can beat anyone at anything, just by working hard. Handicaps don't mean anything because often people who don't have any handicaps, have a bad attitude and don't want to do anything. YES, YOU CAN!

A PSALM OF LIFE

Tell me not, in mournful numbers Life is but an empty dream: For soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real-life is earnest- And the grave is not its goal: Dust thou art, to dust returneth, Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow Is... Continue Reading →

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