Don’t worry about the haters. They are just angry because the truth you speak contradicts the lie they live.
When a baby is born he falls asleep and dreams the dream of life, when he dies and is buried in his grave
he wakes up again to the eternal ecstasy.
And so it turned out that only a life similar to the life of those around us, merging with it without a ripple, is genuine life,
and that an unshared happiness is not happiness.
Practice charity without holding in mind any conceptions about charity, for charity after all is just a word.
A focus on feelings is a reliable hallmark of those with no moral core at their center.
All the perplexities, confusions and distress in America arise not from defects in their constitution or confederation, not from
a want of honor or virtue, so much as from downright ignorance of the nature of coin, credit and circulation.
A man is not a man until he has accessed the raw untamed energy and taken pleasure in his capacity to fight and defend himself,
only then can he transform his blind rage into the power to commit himself, to handle tensions and make difficult decisions. A
feeling of inner security also develops, it is based on his realization that whatever happens to go wrong, he can get help
from his inner resources. From the basic energies of his aggression.
Our great and glorious masterpiece is to live appropriately.
Vitality shows in not only the ability to persist, but the ability to start over.
Sometimes it is entirely appropriate to kill a fly with a sledge hammer.
There is no equality. Equality does not exist in any real, material, legal or spiritual sense.
When you’re screwing up and nobody says anything to you anymore that means they’ve given up on you…you may not want to
hear it but your critics are often the ones telling you they still love you and care about you and want to make you better.
A woman pregnant with her first child paid a visit to her obstetrician’s office.
After the exam, she shyly said, ’’My husband wants me to ask you...,’’ to which the doctor replies, ’’I know, I know,’’ placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. ’’I get asked that all the time. Sex is fine until late in the pregnancy.’’
’’No, that’s not it,’’ the woman confessed. ’’He wants to know if I can still mow the lawn.’’
Motorcyclist Who Identifies As Bicyclist Sets Cycling World Record
NEW YORK, NY—In an inspiring story from the world of professional cycling, a motorcyclist who identifies as a bicyclist has crushed all the regular bicyclists, setting an unbelievable world record.
In a local qualifying race for the World Road Cycling League, the motorcyclist crushed the previous 100-mile record of 3 hours, 13 minutes with his amazing new score of well under an hour.
Professional motorcycle racer Judd E. Banner, the brave trans-vehicle rider, was allowed to race after he told league organizers he's always felt like a bicyclist in a motorcyclist's body.
"Look, my ride has handlebars, two wheels, and a seat," he told reporters as he accepted a trophy for his incredible time trial. "Just because I've got a little extra hardware, such as an 1170-cc flat-twin engine with 110 horsepower, doesn't mean I have any kind of inherent advantage here."
Banner also said he painted the word "HUFFY" on the side of his bike, ensuring he has no advantage over the bikes that came out of the factory as bicycles.
Some critics say he needs to cut off his motor in order to make the competition fairer, but he quickly called these people bigots, and they were immediately banned from professional cycle racing.
The secret of success is constancy to purpose.
Wherever you are it is your own friends who make your world.
Little children, let us not love with word or with tongue, but in deed and truth.
Do not love the world nor the things in the world.