Matter And Death Are Mortal Illusions.

To Live And Let Live, Without Clamor For Distinction Or Recognition; To Wait On Divine Love; To Write Truth First On The Tablet Of One's Own Heart - This Is The Sanity And Perfection Of Living, And My Human Ideal.

Good Thoughts Are An Impervious Armor; Clad Therewith You Are Completely Shielded From The Attacks Of Error Of Every Sort. And Not Only Yourselves Are Safe, But All Whom Your Thoughts Rest Upon Are Thereby Benefited.

Remember, Thou Canst Be Brought Into No Condition, Be It Ever So Severe, Where Love Has Not Been Before Thee And Where Its Tender Lesson Is Not Awaiting Thee. Therefore Despair Not Nor Murmur, For That Which Seeketh To Save, To Heal, And To Deliver, Will Guide Thee, If Thou Seekest This Guidance.

Matter And Death Are Mortal Illusions.

To Love And To Be Loved, One Must Do Good To Others. The Inevitable Condition Whereby To Become Blessed, Is To Bless Others.