Right motives give pinions to thought, and strength and freedom to speech and action.

There is no life, truth, intelligence, nor substance in matter. All is infinite Mind, and its infinite manifestation, for God is All in All. Spirit is immortal Truth; Matter is mortal error

Divine love always has met and always will meet every human need.

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.

To love and to be loved, one must do good to others. The inevitable condition whereby to become blessed, is to bless others.

True prayer is not asking God for love; it is learning to love, and to include all mankind in one affection.

Happiness is spiritual, born of truth and love. It is unselfish; therefore it cannot exist alone, but requires all mankind to share it.

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.

Disease is an experience of a so-called mortal mind. It is fear made manifest on the body.

We should master fear, instead of cultivating it.

When the heart speaks, however simple the words, its language is always acceptable to those who have hearts.

It is the business of the future to be dangerous

Precipitate as weather, she appeared from somewhere then evaporated, leaving only memory.

I have always kept a stack of library books next to my bed as a lifeline. If I ever woke in the middle of the night too scared to move or too sad to roll over, the books were my saviors.

When you let go, you lose pain and gain insight.

I'd always hoped that when i said 'I Love You' to a girl, she'd say 'I Know' like Leia did to Han in Return Of The Jedi

More than ever, the world needs good engineers. However, the pool of talent is shrinking not growing.

Perhaps two million years ago the creatures of a planet in some remote galaxy faced a musical crisis similar to that which we earthly composers face today.

The continuation that obeys only obvious stack semantics, O grasshopper, is not the true continuation.

Our state cannot be severed, we are one, One flesh; to lose thee were to lose myself.

In England it is enough for a man to try and produce any serious, beautiful work to lose all his rights as a citizen.