It Is A Sin To Be Poor.

We Shall Serve For The Joy Of Serving, Prosperity Shall Flow To Us And Through Us In Unending Streams Of Plenty.

We Must Learn To Let Go, To Give Up, To Make Room For The Things We Have Prayed For And Desired.

I Fairly Sizzle With Zeal, Energy, And Enthusiasm; Eager To Do That Which Ought To Be Done By Me Today.

Here Is A Mental Treatment Guaranteed To Cure Every Ill That Flesh Is Heir To: Sit For Half An Hour Every Night And Mentally Forgive Everyone Against Whom You Have Any Ill Will Or Antipathy.

We Increase Whatever We Praise.