In the high country of the mind one has to become adjusted to the thinner air of uncertainty...

I want nothing. There is no pizza. There is no you, no me, no us, no pizza. And don’t ever call me again, you scummy, slimy fungus-ridden dog turd, piece of fly crud.

Making money is good, but there's no pockets in a shroud.

When we love someone our love becomes demonstrable or real only through our exertion - through the fact that for that someone (or for ourself) we take an extra step or walk an extra mile. Love is not effortless. To the contrary, love is effortful.

Written By M. Scott Peck

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