We Increase Whatever We Praise.

The Mind Is The Seat Of Perception Of The Things We See, Hear, And Feel. It Is Through The Mind That We See The Beauties Of The Earth And Sky, Or Music, Of Art, In Fact, Of Everything. That Silent Shuttle Of Thought Working In And Out Through Cell And Nerve Weaves Into One Harmonious Whole The Myriad Moods Of Mind, And We Call It Life.

The One And Only Formative Power Given To Man Is Thought. By His Thinking He Not Only Makes Character, But Body And Affairs, For "as He Thinketh Within Himself, So Is He."

We Increase Whatever We Praise.

Deny That Lack Has Any Place Or Reality In Your Thought Or Your Affairs And Affirm Plenty As The Only Appearance. Praise What You Have, Be It Ever So Little, And Insist That It Is Constantly Growing Larger.

Words Are Also Seeds, And When Dropped Into The Invisible Spiritual Substance, They Grow And Bring Forth After Their Kind.