The Mind Has No Sex.

Our Work Can Never Be Better Than We Are Ourselves.

It Is Love, Not Faith, That Moves Mountains.

To Be Made Evident, Truth Must Be Sought For; For Of Itself It Is Slow To Appear, And Between Ourselves And God The Obstacles Are So Many!

The Old Woman I Shall Become Will Be Quite Different From The Woman I Am Now. Another I Is Beginning.

Death Must No Longer Be Either The Penalty For Prosperity Or The Consolation Of Misery. God Did Not Destine It To Be Either The Punishment Or The Compensation For Life.