Your Suffering Is Never Caused By The

One Morning As I Lay Sleeping On The Floor, A Cockroach Crawled Over My Foot. And I Opened My Eyes Out Of This Dead Sleep - About A 43-year Sleep - And In Place Of All That Darkness Was A Joy That I Can't Describe.

Insanity Is Arguing With Reality.

Everything Happens For Me, Not To Me.

I Think That's The Trick: Wanting What I Have.

Pay Close Attention To The Particular Thoughts You Use To Deprive Yourself Of Happiness.