The sharp experiences of belief in the supposititious life of matter, as well as our disappointments and ceaseless woes, turn us like tired children to the arms of divine Love.

You embrace your body in your thought, and you should delineate upon it thoughts of health, not of sickness.

Complaint is poverty.

Literary commercialism is lowering the intellectual standard to accommodate the purse and to meet a frivolous demand for amusement instead of for improvement.

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

Love inspires, illummines, designates and leads the way.

Happiness is spiritual, born of truth and love. It is unselfish; therefore it cannot exist alone, but requires all mankind to share it.