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.
Mary Baker EddyLulled by stupefying illusions, the world is asleep in the cradle of infancy, dreaming away the hours.
Mary Baker EddyThe devotion of thought to an honest achievement makes the achievement possible. Exceptions only confirm this rule, proving that failure is occasioned by a too feeble faith.
Mary Baker Eddy