The time for thinkers has come.

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.

Priests might divide the world into good and bad. In battle there was strong and weak and nothing else.

So long as we can lose any happiness we possess some.

They can conquer who believe they can.

Run from a knife and rush a gun.

So, you could call me optimistic and hopeful and probably just a little bit naïve, but I'm coming from the space that the best way to predict the future is to get out there and just do it yourself.

We must break through the provincial crust if we are to reach the core of all-India nationalism.

The enemy is only a pretext to test our strength

You teach combat, I guess.” Aphros threw up his hands in exasperation. “Why does everyone assume that?” Leo glanced at the massive sword on the fish-guy’s back. “Uh, I don’t know.

Hang there like fruit, my soul, Till the tree die!