Directing praise to oneself is to cash in on the ego in order to bankrupt the soul.

If I am indeed my own god, I’d better start praying to myself to get myself out of myself.

At the point that it dawns on me that I am not God I have finally made room for God.

The thing that I’m most likely to collapse under is not the weight of the stresses that stand around me, but the ego that sits within me.

Greed is the fast-track to poverty.

I thought myself sufficiently shrewd to make whatever decisions I wanted to make, and then to be able to sufficiently steer those decisions away from the rather dark and nasty places they would naturally take me. And I stand oddly perplexed that suddenly everything around me is dark and nasty.