You never can tell when you do an act Just what the result will be; But with every deed you are sowing a seed, Though the harvest you may not see. Each kindly act is an acorn dropped In God's productive soil; You may not know, yet the tree shall grow And shelter the brows that toil. You never can tell what your thoughts will do In bringing you hate or love; For thoughts are things, and their airy wings Are swifter than carrier doves. They follow the law of the universe- Each thing must create its kind; And they speed o'er the track to bring you back Whatever went out from your mind.

So many gods, so many creeds; So many paths that wind and wind, While just the art of being kind Is all the sad world needs.

Between the finite and the infinite The missing link of Love has left a void. Supply the link, and earth with Heaven will join In one continued chain of endles…

Here, on this side of the grave, Here, should we labor and love.

Sooner or later, false thinking brings wrong conduct.

He harms himself who does harm to another, and the evil plan is most harmful to the planner.

What we think, or what we know, or what we believe is, in the end, of little consequence. The only consequence is what we do.