The time for thinkers has come.
When angels visit us, we do not hear the rustle of wings, nor feel the feathery touch of the breast of a dove; but we know their presence by the love they create in our hearts.
Complaint is poverty.
Sickness is an illusion, to be annihilated by Science.
Love enriches the nature, enlarging, purifying, and elevating it.
Great mischief comes from attempts to steady other people's altars.