Home is the dearest spot on earth, and it should be the centre, though not the boundary, of the affections.

There is no small act of kindness.
Every compassionate act makes large the world.

Error is a supposition that pleasure and pain, that intelligence, substance, life, are existent in matter. Error is neither Mind nor one of Mind's faculties. Error is the contradiction of Truth. Error is a belief without understanding. Error is unreal because untrue. It is that which stemma to be and is not. If error were true, its truth would be error, and we should have a self-evident absurdity /namely, erroneous truth. Thus we should continue to lose the standard of Truth.

Lulled by stupefying illusions, the world is asleep in the cradle of infancy, dreaming away the hours.

You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view... Until you climb inside of his skin and walk around in it.

Truth is immortal; error is mortal