Sickness Is A Belief, Which Must Be

The Physical Universe Expresses The Conscious And Unconscious Thoughts Of Mortals.

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.

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.

The Devotion Of Thought To An Honest Achievement Makes The Achievement Possible. Exceptions Only Confirm This Rule, Proving That Failure Is Occasioned By A Too Feeble Faith.

Sin Makes Its Own Hell, And Goodness Its Own Heaven.