Thou learnest no secret until thou knowest friendship, since to the unsound no heavenly knowledge enters.

On the holy boughs of the Celestial Tree High up in the heavenly fields, Beyond terrestrial desire My soul-bird a warm nest has built.

The Truth has shared so much of Itself with me That I can no longer call myself A man, a woman, an angel, Or even pure Soul.

Everyone Is God speaking. Why not be polite and Listen to Him?

Only heart to heart can speak the bliss of mystic knowers.

Now that all your worry has proved such an unlucrative business. Why not find a better job.

Remember for just one minute of the day, it would be best to try looking upon yourself more as God does, for She knows your true royal nature.