Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It read more

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that frightens us most. We ask ourselves, 'Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and famous?' Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that people won't feel insecure around you. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in all of us. And when we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

Even Kings and emperors with heaps of wealth and vast dominion cannot compare with an ant filled with the love read more

Even Kings and emperors with heaps of wealth and vast dominion cannot compare with an ant filled with the love of God.

God enters by a private door into every individual.

God enters by a private door into every individual.

I sometimes think that God in creating man somewhat overestimated his ability.

I sometimes think that God in creating man somewhat overestimated his ability.

Nearer, my God, to Thee--
Nearer to Thee--
E'en though it be a cross
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Nearer, my God, to Thee--
Nearer to Thee--
E'en though it be a cross
That raiseth me;
Still all my song shall be
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!

What is it: is man only a blunder of God, or God only a blunder of man?

What is it: is man only a blunder of God, or God only a blunder of man?

God loved the birds and invented trees. Man loved the birds and invented cages.

God loved the birds and invented trees. Man loved the birds and invented cages.

The ocean:
rocking cradle of the world, sunset stairway to the stars
.. only by great masters trod, only written read more

The ocean:
rocking cradle of the world, sunset stairway to the stars
.. only by great masters trod, only written on by God.

I fear one day I'll meet God, he'll sneeze and I won't know what to say.

I fear one day I'll meet God, he'll sneeze and I won't know what to say.