All roads that lead to God are good.

For every hour of pain I have had a day of pleasure. For every moment of worry, an hour of content.

It is never too late to begin rebuilding, Though all into ruins your life seems hurled; For see! how the light of the New Year is gilding The wan, worn face of the bruised old world.

God sent us here to make mistakes

Change is the watchword of progression.

Thou canst not force my soul to wish thee ill, That is the only evil that can kill.

You are your own devil, you are your own God, You fashioned the paths that your footsteps have trod, And no one can save you from error or sin, Until you shall hark to the Spirit within.