God needs no worship, no praise, no thanksgiving. It is man himself who needs the benefit to be derived from these activities.

The world is our school for spiritual discovery.

Outwardly one's life may suffer every kind of limitation, from bodily paralysis to miserable surroundings, but inwardly it is free in meditation to reach out to a sphere of light, beauty, truth, love, and power.

Look how the smaller birds greet the sun, with so much merry chirruping and so much outpouring of song! It is their way of expressing worship for the only Light they can know, an outer one. But man can also know the inner Sun, the Light of the Overself. How much more reason has he to chirp and sing than the little birds! Yet how few man feel gratitude for such privilege.

If outer events bring him to a position where he can bear them no longer and force him to cry out to the higher power in helplessness for relief, or if inner feelings bring humiliation and recognition of his dependence on that power, this crushing of the ego may open the door to grace.

Every morning is like a new reincarnation into this world. Let us take it then for what it is and live each moment anew.

That deep silence has a melody of its own, a sweetness unknown amid the harsh discords of the world's sounds.