Here is little Effie's head. Her brains are made of gingerbread. When
the judgement day comes, God will find six read more

Here is little Effie's head. Her brains are made of gingerbread. When
the judgement day comes, God will find six crumbs. Stooping by the coffin
lid waiting for something to rise as the something's always did. Imagine
His surprise, bellowing above the general noise, "Where is Effie? She
was dead." Back to God in a tiny voice: "My name's Maybe."
The first crumb said. The number two crumb picked up the song.
"Might, I'm called. I've done no wrong." Cried the third crumb,
"I am Should. Here's our little brother Could and my big sister
Would. Don't punish us for we've been good." And the last crumb, with
some shame, whispered unto God, "My name is Must and with the others,
we've been Effie, who isn't alive and never was. Cross the threshold have
no dread. Lift the sheet back in this way.

Desire, like the atom, is explosive with creative force.

Desire, like the atom, is explosive with creative force.

A good friend who points out mistakes and imperfections and rebukes evil is to be respected as if he reveals read more

A good friend who points out mistakes and imperfections and rebukes evil is to be respected as if he reveals a secret of hidden treasure.

On the anger habit: Do not suppress it-that would hurt you inside. Do
not express it-this would not only hurt read more

On the anger habit: Do not suppress it-that would hurt you inside. Do
not express it-this would not only hurt you inside, it would cause ripples
in your surroundings. What you do is transform it.

Fix your eyes on perfection and you make almost everything speed towards it.

Fix your eyes on perfection and you make almost everything speed towards it.

Every burden is a blessing.

Every burden is a blessing.

The secret of the truly successful, I believe, is that they learned very early in life how not to be read more

The secret of the truly successful, I believe, is that they learned very early in life how not to be busy. They saw through that adage, repeated to me so often in childhood, that anything worth doing is worth doing well. The truth is, many things are worth doing only in the most slovenly, halfhearted fashion possible, and many other things are not worth doing at all.

Fanaticism consists of redoubling your efforts when you have forgotten your aim.

Fanaticism consists of redoubling your efforts when you have forgotten your aim.

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage read more

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.