Work! Work! That Is My Unfailing Cure

Love Is The Divine Quality That Everywhere Produces And Restores Life. To Each And Every One Of Us, It Gives The Power Of Working Miracles If We Will.

Misfortune Is Never Mournful To The Soul That Accepts It; For Such Do Always See That Every Cloud Is An Angel's Face.

Prejudices Of All Kinds Have Their Strongest Holds In The Minds Of The Vulgar And The Ignorant.

If We Really Believed That Those Who Are Gone From Us Were As Truly Alive As Ourselves, We Could Not Invest The Subject With Such Awful Depth Of Gloom As We Do. If We Could Imbue Our Children With Distinct Faith In Immortality, We Should Never Speak Of People As Dead, But Passed Into Another World. We Should Speak Of The Body As A Cast-off Garment, Which The Wearer Had Outgrown; Consecrated Indeed By The Beloved Being That Used It For A Season, But Of No Value Within Itself.

Whoso Does Not See That Genuine Life Is A Battle And A March Has Poorly Read His Origin And His Destiny.