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 EddyUnder affliction in the very depths, stop and contemplate what you have to be grateful for.
Mary Baker EddyTo prevent disease or to cure it, the power of Truth, of divine Spirit, must break down the dream of the material senses.
Mary Baker Eddy