I love to observe Christmas in quietude, humility, benevolence, charity, letting good will towards man, eloquent silence, prayer, and praise express my conception of Truth’s appearing.

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

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

Spring is my sweetheart.

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

A wrong motive involves defeat.

Health is not a condition of matter, but of Mind.