The rich in spirit help the poor in one grand brotherhood, all having the same Principle, or Father; and blessed is that man who seeth his brother's need and supplieth it, seeking his own in another's good.

To those leaning on the sustaining infinite, today is big with blessings.

Sorrow has its reward. It never leaves us where it found us.

Lulled by stupefying illusions, the world is asleep in the cradle of infancy, dreaming away the hours.

Every luminary in the constellation of human greatness, like the stars, comes out in the darkness to shine with the reflected light of God.

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.