What You Do Not Use Yourself, Do

The Hope Or Climbing Aspiration Of A Divine Child Is To Receive And Achieve Peace, Light And Bliss In Infinite Measure.

No More My Heart Shall Sob Or Grieve. My Days And Nights Dissolve In God's Own Light. Above The Toil Of Life, My Soul Is A Bird Of Fire Winging The Infinite.

You Hate Someone Whom You Really Wish To Love, But Whom You Cannot Love. Perhaps He Himself Prevents You. That Is A Disguised Form Of Love.

To Deliberately Criticise Another Individual May Cause An Indelible Stain On The Critic.

When We Transcend Ourselves, We Do Not Compete With Others. We Do Not Compete With The Rest Of The World, But At Every Moment We Compete With Ourselves.