Death is not a word to fear, any more than birth is.

Death is the end of a stage, not the end of the journey. The road stretches on beyond our comprehension.

A fish probably has no means of apprehending the existence of water; it is too deeply immersed in it.

Death is not extinction. Neither the soul nor the body is extinguished or put out of existence.

In other cases, when the medium becomes entranced, the demonstration of a communicator's separate intelligence may become stronger and the sophistication less.

Death is not a foe, but an inevitable adventure.

Matter moves, but Ether is strained.

Any person without invincible prejudice who had the same experience would come to the same broad conclusion, viz., that things hitherto held impossible do actually occur.

The properties which differentiate living matter from any kind of inorganic imitation may be instinctively felt, but can hardly be formulated without expert knowledge.

There is a conservation of matter and of energy, there may be a conservation of life; or if not of life, of something which transcends life.

But although life is not energy, any more than it is matter, yet it directs energy and thereby controls arrangements of matter.

Perfectionism is a delusion that can rob one of a very successful, enriching life if not careful.

Mistakes are always forgivable, if one has the courage to admit them.

A single act of kindness throws out roots in all directions, and the roots spring up and make new trees.

What we must seek is a plan by which the men will receive high wages when the employers are receiving high prices for the product.

There is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between.

If you can't be with yourself, you'll never learn to be with anyone else.

Integrity is built by defeating the temptation to be dishonest; humility grows when we refuse to be prideful; and endurance develops every time you reject the temptation to give up.

Oversized houses, like oversized cars, seem to be a particularly American fixation.

We are all so broken. Pick up a person, shake them around and you'll hear the rattling of their broken pieces. Pieces our fathers broke, or our mothers, or our friends, strangers, or our loves.

To be frank, I suspect that today there is little respect for Christianity as source of moral teaching about goodness.