Sickness Is An Illusion, To Be Annihilated

I Love To Observe Christmas In Quietude, Humility, Benevolence, Charity, Letting Good Will Towards Man, Eloquent Silence, Prayer, And Praise Express My Conception Of Truth’s Appearing.

In The Midst Of Depressing Care And Labor I Turn Constantly To Divine Love For Guidance, And Find Rest.

When The Heart Speaks, However Simple The Words, Its Language Is Always Acceptable To Those Who Have Hearts.

The Rich In Spirit Help The Poor In One Grand Brotherhood, All Having The Same Principle, Or Father; And Blessed Is That Man Who Seeth His Brother's Need And Supplieth It, Seeking His Own In Another's Good.

All Successful Individuals Have Become Such By Hard Work; By Improving Moments Before They Pass Into Hours, And Hours That Other People May Occupy In The Pursuit Of Pleasure.