Mary Baker Eddy

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When angels visit us, we do not hear the rustle of wings, nor feel the feathery touch of the breast of a dove; but we know their presence by the love they create in our hearts

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Happiness is spiritual, born of truth and love. It is unselfish; therefore it cannot exist alone, but requires all mankind to share it

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Truth is immortal; error is mortal

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