A Wrong Motive Involves Defeat.

Lulled By Stupefying Illusions, The World Is Asleep In The Cradle Of Infancy, Dreaming Away The Hours.

Disease Is An Experience Of A So-called Mortal Mind. It Is Fear Made Manifest On The Body.

The Recipe For Beauty Is To Have Less Illusion And More Soul, To Retreat From The Belief Of Pain Or Pleasure In The Body Into The Unchanging Calm And Glorious Freedom Of Spiritual Harmony.

In Spring, Nature Is Like A Thrifty Housewife ... Taking Up The White Carpets And Putting Down The Green Ones.

Home Is The Dearest Spot On Earth, And It Should Be The Centre, But Not The Boundary, Of The Affections.