Whatever Does Not Exist In

Mere Mental, That Is, Intellectual Labour, Is For The Soul And Has Its Own Satisfaction.

God Demands Nothing Less Than Self - Surrender As The Price For The Only Real Freedom That Is Worth Having.

Confession Of Errors Is Like A Broom Which Sweeps Away The Dirt And Leaves The Surface Brighter And Clearer. I Feel Stronger For Confession.

My Religion Enables Me, Obliges Me To Imbibe All That Is Good In All The Great Religions Of The Earth.

God Has A Thousand Names, Or Rather He Is Nameless.