Peace of mind arrives the moment you come to peace with the contents of your mind.

Everything at some point has been declared the root of all evil.

The most important reason for your __o_ is that you need your downtime so you won__ behave like a jerk because you__e depleted. And you don__ want to battle an appetite spiked by the stress of overcommitment. But that__ your secret; others don__ need that information. So just smile, say no, thank you, and keep moving.

I am deep in my willed habits. From the outside, I suppose I look like an unoccupied house with one unconvincing night-light left on. Any burglar could look through my curtains and conclude I am empty. But he would be mistaken. Under that one light unstirred by movement or shadows there is a man at work, and as long as I am at work I am not a candidate for Menlo Park, or that terminal facility they cynically call a convalescent hospital, or a pine box. My habits and the unchanging season sustain me. Evil is what questions and disrupts.

As time moves on the line will blur. It will no longer seem to be the simplicity of good versus evil, but good versus fools who think they are good.

Goodness is sparked by a caution for the sake of what is good, not a fear of what is bad.