Disease is an image of thought externalized.

There is no life, truth, intelligence, nor substance in matter. All is infinite Mind, and its infinite manifestation, for God is All in All. Spirit is immortal Truth; Matter is mortal error

Divine love always has met and always will meet every human need.

Hold thought steadfastly to the enduring, the good, and the true, and you will bring these into your experience proportionately to their occupancy of your thoughts.

To love and to be loved, one must do good to others. The inevitable condition whereby to become blessed, is to bless others.

True prayer is not asking God for love; it is learning to love, and to include all mankind in one affection.

Happiness is spiritual, born of truth and love. It is unselfish; therefore it cannot exist alone, but requires all mankind to share it.

The recipe for beauty is to have less illusion and more Soul, to retreat from the belief of pain or pleasure in the body into the unchanging calm and glorious freedom of spiritual harmony.

Disease is an experience of a so-called mortal mind. It is fear made manifest on the body.

We should master fear, instead of cultivating it.

When the heart speaks, however simple the words, its language is always acceptable to those who have hearts.

Thus, though we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will make him run.

It’s not a lie, ” Shallan said, “if everyone understands and knows what it means.”“Mm. Those are some of the best lies.

I understand from those who adore him, he [Julian Assange] has a great sense of humor which rarely gets an airing because he's dealing with such serious issues.

There's a big song at the beginning [of Sausage Party], and that was really fun to do. It felt like we were living out a dream of being the South Park guys for a minute.

In a self-respecting India, is not every woman's virtue as much every man's concern as his own sister's?

The phrase "singular incredible life" seems to me that it applies more appropriately to Jane Goodall or David Attenborough, people I regard with awe and who stand for great humanism and knowledge.

So, great. This is Camp…what do you call it? Camp Fish-Blood?” Aphros frowned. “I hope that was a joke. This is Camp __________.” He made a sound that was a series of sonar pings and hisses.

When any one tells you that he belongs to no party, you may at any rate be sure that he does not belong to yours.

I'm trying to learn how to write faster.

It is the loose ends with which men hang themselves.