The heart that sins must sorrow

Act is the blossom of thought, and joy and suffering are its fruits.

A man is literally what he thinks, his character being the complete sum of all his thoughts.

Love and grief our hearts dividing, With our tears His feet we bathe; Constant still, in faith abiding, Life deriving from His death.

None but right acts can follow right thoughts; none but a right life can follow right acts; and by living a right life all blessedness is achieved.

Mind is the Master power that moulds and makes, And Man is Mind, and evermore he takes The tool of Thought, and, shaping what he wills, Brings forth a thousand joys, a thousand ills: — He thinks in secret, and it comes to pass: Environment …

As you cannot have a sweet and wholesome abode unless you admit the air and sunshine freely into your rooms, so a strong body and a bright, happy, or serene countenance can only result from the free admittance into the mind of thoughts of …