We Are The Carriers Of Health And

Self-understanding Rather Than Self-condemnation Is The Way To Inner Peace And Mature Conscience.

The Melody That The Loved One Played Upon The Piano Of Your Life Will Never Be Played Quite That Way Again, But We Must Not Close The Keyboard And Allow The Instrument To Gather Dust. We Must Seek Out Other Artists Of The Spirit, New Friends Who Gradually Will Help Us To Find The Road To Life Again, Who Will Walk The Road With Us.

Nature Does Not Demand That We Be Perfect. It Requires Only That We Grow.

The Moment Comes When The Great Nurse, Death, Takes A Human, The Child, By The Hand And Quietly Says, "it Is Time To Go Home. Night Is Coming. It Is Your Bedtime, Child Of Earth. Come; You're Tired. Lie Down At Last In The Quiet Nursery Of Nature And Sleep. Sleep Well. The Day Is Gone. Stars Shine In The Canopy Of Eternity."

The Quest For This Unwearied Peace Is Constant And Universal. Probe Deeply Into The Teaching Of Buddha, Maimonides, Or A Kempis, And You Will Discover That They Base Their Diverse Doctrines On The Foundation Of A Large Spiritual Serenity. Analyze The Prayers Of Troubled, Overborne Mankind Of All Creeds, In Every Age-and Their Petitions Come Down To The Irreducible Common Denominators Of Daily Bread And Inward Peace. Grown Men Do Not Pray For Vain Trifles. When They Lift Up Their Hearts And Voices In The Valley Of Tears They Ask For Strength And Courage And Understanding.