“ I would no more quarrel with a man because of his religion than I would because of his art. ”
When angels visit us, we do not hear the rustle of wings, nor feel the feathery touch of the breast of a dove; but we know their presence by the love they create in our hearts.
~ Mary Baker Eddy
Happiness is spiritual, born of truth and love. It is unselfish; therefore it cannot exist alone, but requires all mankind to share it.
Lulled by stupefying illusions, the world is asleep in the cradle of infancy, dreaming away the hours.
Happiness is spiritual, born of truth and love.
