You Don't Grow Old. You

Be So Preoccupied With Good Will That You Haven't Room For Ill Will.

The Early Christians Did Not Say, In Dismay, 'look What The World Has Come To,' But, In Delight, 'look What Has Come To The World!”

Worry And Anxiety Are Sand In The Machinery Of Life; Faith Is The Oil.

You Don't Grow Old. You Get Old By Not Growing.

In Our Ashrams Of East And West, Places Of Spiritual Retreat, We Begin With What We Call "the Morning Of The Open Heart," In Which We Tell Our Needs. . . . We Give Four Or Five Hours To This Catharsis. The Reaction Of One Member, Who Listened To It For The First Time, Was: "good Gracious, Have We All The Disrupted People In The Country Here?" My Reply Was: "no, You Have A Cross Section Of The Church Life Honestly Revealed." In The Ordinary Church, It Is Suppressed By Respectability, By A Desire To A Appear Better Than We Really Are.