Health Is Not A Condition Of Matter,

To Live And Let Live, Without Clamor For Distinction Or Recognition; To Wait On Divine Love; To Write Truth First On The Tablet Of One's Own Heart - This Is The Sanity And Perfection Of Living, And My Human Ideal.

Spring Is My Sweetheart.

Sin Makes Its Own Hell, And Goodness Its Own Heaven.

In The Year 1866, I Discovered The Christ Science Or Divine Laws Of Life, Truth, And Love, And Named My Discovery Christian Science

Is Civilization Only A Higher Form Of Idolatry, That Man Should Bow Down To A Flesh-brush, To Flannels, To Baths, Diet, Exercise, And Air?