You Embrace Your Body In Your Thought,

Sickness Is An Illusion, To Be Annihilated By Science.

The Time For Thinkers Has Come.

Jealousy Is The Grave Of Affection.

A Little More Grace, A Motive Made Pure, A Few Truths Tenderly Told, A Heart Softened, A Character Subdued, A Life Consecrated, Would Restore The Right Action Of The Mental Mechanism, And Make Manifest The Movement Of Body And Soul In Accord With God.

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?