Sin Makes Its Own Hell,

Error Tills Its Own Barren Soil And Buries Itself In The Ground, Since Ground And Dust Stand For Nothingness.

We Should Master Fear, Instead Of Cultivating It.

Drugs, Cataplasms, And Whiskey Are Stupid Substitutes For The Dignity And Potency Of Divine Mind And Its Efficacy To Heal.

Good Thoughts Are An Impervious Armor; Clad Therewith You Are Completely Shielded From The Attacks Of Error Of Every Sort. And Not Only Yourselves Are Safe, But All Whom Your Thoughts Rest Upon Are Thereby Benefited.

Consistent Prayer Is The Desire To Do Right.