Two points of danger beset mankind; namely, making sin seem either too large or too little.

All successful individuals have become such by hard work; by improving moments before they pass into hours, and hours that other people may occupy in the pursuit of pleasure.

A wicked mortal is not the idea of God. He is little else than the expression of error. To suppose that sin, lust, hatred, envy, hypocrisy, revenge, have life abiding in them, is a terrible mistake. Life and Life's idea, Truth and Truth's idea, never make men sick, sinful, or mortal.

Sickness is an illusion, to be annihilated by Science.

I would no more quarrel with a man because of his religion than I would because of his art.

You conquer error by denying its verity.

Lulled by stupefying illusions, the world is asleep in the cradle of infancy, dreaming away the hours.