God' Is Always The Equivalent Of 'i

In Literature And In Art, Alike, This Gloomy Fashion Of Regarding Death Has Been Characteristic Of Christianity. Death Has Been Painted As A Skeleton Grasping A Scythe, A Grinning Skull, A Threatening Figure With Terrible Face And Uplifted Dart, A Bony Scarecrow Shaking An Hourglass - All That Could Alarm And Repel Has Been Gathered Round This Rightly-named King Of Terrors.

The Wanting Of Advice Is The Sign That The Spirit In You Has Not Yet Spoken With The Compelling Voice That You Ought To Obey.

That Is The True Definition Of Sin; When Knowing Right You Do The Lower, Ah, Then You Sin. Where There Is No Knowledge, Sin Is Not Present.

The Generous Wish To Share With All What Is Precious, To Spread Broadcast Priceless Truths, To Shut Out None From The Illumination Of True Knowledge, Has Resulted In A Zeal Without Discretion That Has Vulgarised Christianity, And Has Presented Its Teachings In A Form That Often Repels The Heart And Alienates The Intellect.

The Human Body Is Constantly Undergoing A Process Of Decay And Of Reconstruction. First Builded Into The Astral Form In The Womb Of The Mother, It Is Built Up Continually By The Insetting Of Fresh Materials. With Every Moment Tiny Molecules Are Passing Away From It; With Every Moment Tiny Molecules Are Streaming Into It.