The Light of the Christ within now wipes out all fear, doubt, anger and resentment. God's love pours through me, an irresistible magnetic current. I see only perfection and draw to me my own.

The game of life is a game of boomerangs. Our thoughts, deeds and words return to us sooner or later with astounding accuracy.

Gratitude is the law of increase, and complaint is the law of decrease.

All that is mine by Divine Right is now released and reaches me in great avalanches of abundance, under grace in miraculous ways.

YOUR WORD IS YOUR WAND. THE WORDS YOU SPEAK CREATE YOUR OWN DESTINY

Infinite Spirit, open the way for my great abundance. I am an irresistible magnet for all that belongs to me by Divine Right.

Unexpected doors fly open, unexpected channels are free, and endless avalanches of abundance are poured out upon me, under grace in perfect ways.

When one has made his demands upon the Universal, he must be ready for surprises. Everything may seem to be going wrong, when in reality, it is going right.

Every great work, every big accomplishment, has been brought into manifestation through holding to the vision, and often just before the big achievement, comes apparent failure and discouragement.

Man can only receive what he sees himself receiving.

Words and thoughts are a tremendous vibratory force, ever moulding man's body and affairs.

Storm? Shine your light and make a rainbow.

You have to first do your best before you expect God to do the rest for you.

Who I am is the best I can be.

The discovery of dance has changed my life in unimaginable ways.

You can easily separate 'team guys' from 'me guys' by how they accept coaching. The guys that accept it are about winning

There are times when I've been feeling something and played a solo that I've never been able to repeat.

Business schools are failing to teach the students about the risks of market failures. We need to include some material on market failures in the core of curriculum.

Do not think about the body. The body comes and goes; for it there is birth and there is death. But you are not the body. Body is just rust and dust. Think only of God. Love God.

So who was she? (Vane) Why do you assume it was a female? (Fang) Didn’t know you were fond of men. I’ll file that under my special Fang folder. (Vane)

In a world of noise, confusion and conflict it is necessary that there be places of silence, inner discipline and peace. In such places love can blossom.