Sin Makes Its Own Hell, And Goodness

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?

Home Is The Dearest Spot On Earth, And It Should Be The Centre, But Not The Boundary, Of The Affections.

Angels Are Pure Thoughts From God, Winged With Truth And Love.

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.