There was an old hen And she had a wooden leg, And every damned morning She laid another egg; She was the best damned chicken On the whole damned farm - And another little drink Wouldn't do us any harm.
The minds of people are so cluttered up with every-day living these days that they don't, or won't, take time out for a little prayer-for mental cleansing, just as they take a bath for physical, outer cleansing. Both are necessary.
It would be a great advantage to some schoolmasters if they would steal two hours a day from their pupils, and give their own minds the benefit of the robbery.
The time which we have at our disposal every day is elastic; the passions that we feel expand it, those that we inspire contract it; and habit fills up what remains.
One must be thrust out of a finished cycle in life, and that leap is the most difficult to make-to part with one's faith, one's love, when one would prefer to renew the faith and recreate the passion.
Faith is our direct link to universal wisdom, reminding us that we know more than we have heard or read or studied that we have only to look, listen, and trust the love and wisdom of the Universal Spirit working through us all.