I found out I'd been signing my name wrong. You know, like with the alphabet they teach you in preschool. But I think I've got it right now.
What a man can be, he must be. This need we call self-actualizat ion.
(Some people) have a wonderful capacity to appreciate again and again, freshly and naively, the basic goods of life, with awe, pleasure, wonder, and even ecstasy.
What one can be, one must be!
I used up all my sick days, so I'm calling in dead.
The story of the human race is the story of men and women selling themselves short.
Self-actualized people. . . live more in the real world of nature than in the man-made mass of concepts, abstractions, expectations, beliefs and stereotypes that most people confuse with the world.
I had an upbringing in which I was allowed to be free and use my mind. My parents only helped me to be myself. It was only in my teenage years that I met people who made me start having doubts about who I was. They said you shouldn't be confident, you shouldn't be strong. It is only when you meet those other people that you lose confidence.
We need less travelling by jet plaes from congress to congress. . . but more kneeling and praying and pleading to God to have mercy on us, more crying to God to arise and scatter his enemies and make himself known.
If you accept a limiting belief, then it will become a truth for you.
Well, the end of another busy day. I can't wait till I get back to bed. If that don't work I'll try to sleep.