Sin Brought Death, And Death Will Disappear

To Infinite, Ever Present Love, All Is Love, And There Is No Error, No Sin Sickness, Nor Death.

Spring Is My Sweetheart.

Emerge Gently From Matter Into Spirit.

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.

Great Mischief Comes From Attempts To Steady Other People's Altars.