Matter and death are mortal illusions.

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.

The first and fundamental law of Nature, which is, to seek peace and follow it.

Birth was the death of him.

In my opinion the man looks at the relationship in a more bitter fashion and the woman still holds great hopes.

There's something about the fashion world that I like, which is, I see a lot of the designers really have affection for other designers.

The best nourishment for any soul is to create your own risks.

Winning cures all problems.

My homies used to call me ' ions,' and at the time I didn't have no millions, so I ain't really want to be called 'Millions,' so I just shortened it down to . ' i,' my friends used to call me.

When Jack White called and wanted me to do a video and play mandolin with The Raconteurs, I didn't know anything about The Raconteurs at that time.

The Japanese, if I understand them, are masters of the unsaid and the unstated, of subtlety and ambiguity, all of which constitute powerful stimulants to the imagination.

If you really ever love someone, that doesn't go away, although you wish it would.