True Humility Is Contentment.

Nature Does At Least What She Can To Translate Into Visible Form The Wealth Of The Creative Formula. By The Vastness Of The Abysses Into Which She Penetrates, In The Effort--the Unsuccessful Effort--to House And Contain The Eternal Thought, We May Measure The Greatness Of The Divine Mind.

Time Is The Supreme Illusion. It Is But The Inner Prism By Which We Decompose Being And Life, The Mode Under Which We Perceive Successively What Is Simultaneous In Idea.

When Everything Is In Its Right Place Within Us, We Ourselves Are In Balance With The Whole Work Of God.

To Repel One's Cross Is To Make It Heavier.

As It Is Impossible To Be Outside God, The Best Is Consciously To Dwell In Him.