Believe. The promise of God are real. They are as real, as solid, yes infinitely more solid than this table which the materialist so thoroughly believes in. If you would only believe, O ye of little faith.

Look about you. Take hold of the things that are here. Let them talk to you. You learn to talk to them.

I found that when I talk to the little flower or to the little peanut they will give up their secrets . . .

All my life I have risen regularly at four o'clock and have gone into the woods and talked to God. There He gives me my orders for the day.

To those who have as yet not learned the secret of true happiness, which is the joy of coming into the closest relationship with the Maker and Preserver of all things: begin now to study the little things in your own door yard.

Fear of something is at the root of hate for others, and hate within will eventually destroy the hater.

Our creator is the same and never changes despite the names given Him by people here and in all parts of the world. Even if we gave Him no name at all, He would still be there, within us, waiting to give us good on this earth.