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Never “squeal.”  Live with, stand by, die for, your friends.  The seventh circle of hell is reserved for “squealers.”

=The last word=: 

Start now.  “Get thee out.”  “Launch out into the deep.”  Darkness shall be a pavilion around you.  Angels of Light stand by your side.  This Supreme hour is yours.  Set sail.  Realize yourself as Supreme, Infinite, Immortal, then Divine.  Crown with glory your individuality.  “Now are we the Sons of God.”  Limitless life, boundless capacities of power.  Shut your eyes to the flesh, shut your ears to the world, shut your heart to fear, shut your soul to hate.  Stick to the chase until you get the trophy.  Search for the Holy Grail until true love’s untiring ministry the cup in your unselfish hand sparkles and flashes in the crimson and sapphire glory of your quest.  Burst from your chrysalis of doubt and the Supreme wings of the Spirit shall sweep you forward to triumph.  There is no gloom in God’s universe except what we make ourselves.  The skies sparkle with possibilities, calling you into their glowing fields of power and service.  Get passion into your chilled soul.  Master fate.  Span the universe.  Hurl forth the thunderbolts of your energy and the mountains of difficulty will be cast into the sea.  Take your place in the sun.  Stop reviling God by saying you are a worm of the dust, a miserable sinner, and that there is no good within you.  Quit damning yourself.  Nothing is impossible.  You hold the key to the Universe.  Mind is Supreme.  Thought limitless.  Weave your Spirit out of sunbeams.  Seize the glittering stars and they will become your chariots.  You and the Universe of God are one.  To-day is eternal.  This shining moment is everlasting.  Lift your eyes to Visions that gleam thru the purple clouds of loveliness, from the matchless forms of Beauty, and you shall see the invisible.  Listen to the Voices that unseal the velvet lips of Silence, and you shall hear the inaudible.  Put forth your Supreme hand unto Dominions, Principalities and Powers, and you shall do the impossible.

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If you wish time to go fast, use the spur of the moment.

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Women were never so attractive, never dressed so beautifully as now, and they never wore so few clothes.

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Blame no one if you are unhappy, for every law, force and influence in the Universe is for your Harmony and Happiness.  Use them.

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Cheer up.  You are all right if you are bald headed outside, if you are not bald inside.  Remember, Samson did his biggest killing after he lost his hair.  Your bald head is like Paradise, there’s no parting there.  Your teeth may be out, and your hair may be thin, yet there’s many a good tune in an old violin.