Love enriches the nature, enlarging, purifying, and elevating it.

To infinite, ever present Love, all is Love, and there is no error, no sin sickness, nor death.

Jealousy is the grave of affection.

Complaint is poverty.

Rushing around smartly is no proof of accomplishing much.

Error tills its own barren soil and buries itself in the ground, since ground and dust stand for nothingness.

To love and to be loved, one must do good to others. The inevitable condition whereby to become blessed, is to bless others.