I Would No More Quarrel

Lulled By Stupefying Illusions, The World Is Asleep In The Cradle Of Infancy, Dreaming Away The Hours.

True Prayer Is Not Asking God For Love; It Is Learning To Love, And To Include All Mankind In One Affection.

God Is Universal; Confined To No Spot, Defined By No Dogma, Appropriated By No Sect.

Spirit Is The Real And Eternal; Matter Is The Unreal And Temporal.

In Spring, Nature Is Like A Thrifty Housewife ... Taking Up The White Carpets And Putting Down The Green Ones.