Now Comes The Mystery.

If Every Child Might Live The Life Predestined In A Mother's Heart, All The Way From The Cradle To The Coffin, He Would Walk Upon A Beam Of Light, And Shine In Glory.

Death Is Not An End. It Is A New Impulse.

Nothing Is Orderly Till Man Takes Hold Of It. Everything In Creation Lies Around Loose.

The Art Of Being Happy Lies In The Power Of Extracting Happiness From Common Things.

Work Is Not A Curse, But Drudgery Is.