The Art Of Life Is To Live

God Is Bigger Than Any Problem. God In You Is Greater Than Any Difficulty You Have To Meet. God Cares For You More Than It Is Possible For Any Human Being To Realize. God Can Help You In Proportion To The Degree In Which You Worship Him. You Worship God By Really Putting Your Trust In Him Instead Of In Outer Conditions, Or In Fear, Or In Depression, Or In Seeming Dangers, And So Forth. You Worship God By Recognizing His Presence Everywhere, In All People And Conditions That You Meet; And By Praying Regularly. You Pray Well When You Pray With Joy.

Bless A Thing And It Will Bless You. Curse It And It Will Curse You.

There Is No Difficulty That Enough Love Will Not Conquer: No Disease That Love Will Not Heal: No Door That Enough Love Will Not Open...it Makes No Difference How Deep Set The Trouble: How Hopeless The Outlook: How Muddled The Tangle: How Great The Mistake. A Sufficient Realization Of Love Will Dissolve It All. If Only You Could Love Enough You Would Be The Happiest And Most Powerful Being In The World.

What You Think Upon Grows. Whatever You Allow To Occupy Your Mind You Magnify In Your Life. Whether The Subject Of Your Thought Be Good Or Bad, The Law Works And The Condition Grows. Any Subject That You Keep Out Of Your Mind Tends To Diminish In Your Life, Because What You Do Not Use Atrophies. The More You Think Of Grievances, The More Such Trials You Will Continue To Receive; The More You Think Of The Good Fortune You Have Had, The More Good Fortune Will Come To You.

All Day Long The Thoughts That Occupy Your Mind, Your Secret Place, As Jesus Calls It, Are Moulding Your Destiny For Good Or Evil; In Fact, The Truth Is That The Whole Of Our Life’s Experience Is But The Outer Expression Of Inner Thought. Now We Can Choose The Sort Of Thoughts That We Entertain. It Will Be A Little Difficult To Break A Bad Habit Of Thought, But It Can Be Done. We Can Choose How We Shall Think—in Point Of Fact, We Always Do Choose—and Therefore Our Lives Are Just The Result Of The Kind Of Thoughts We Have