Maxioms by Richard Bach
Hell is a place, a time, a consciousness, in which there is no love.
Hell is a place, a time, a consciousness, in which there is no love.
We generate our own environment. We get exactly what we deserve. How can we resent a life we've created ourselves? read more
We generate our own environment. We get exactly what we deserve. How can we resent a life we've created ourselves? Who's to blame, who's to credit but us? Who can change it, anytime we wish, but us?
Nothing happens by chance, my friend... No such thing as luck. A meaning behind every little thing, and such a read more
Nothing happens by chance, my friend... No such thing as luck. A meaning behind every little thing, and such a meaning behind this. Part for you, part for me, may not see it all real clear right now, but we will, before long.
Don't be dismayed at good-byes. A farewell is necessary before you can meet again. And meeting again, after moments or read more
Don't be dismayed at good-byes. A farewell is necessary before you can meet again. And meeting again, after moments or lifetimes, is certain for those who are friends.
Argue for your limitations, and sure enough they're yours.
Argue for your limitations, and sure enough they're yours.