Emerge Gently From Matter Into Spirit.

The Sharp Experiences Of Belief In The Supposititious Life Of Matter, As Well As Our Disappointments And Ceaseless Woes, Turn Us Like Tired Children To The Arms Of Divine Love.

Under Affliction In The Very Depths, Stop And Contemplate What You Have To Be Grateful For.

It Requires Courage To Utter Truth; For The Higher Truth Lifts Her Voice, The Louder Will Error Scream, Until Its Inarticulate Sound Is Forever Silenced In Oblivion

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.

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.