“one trouble with all the churches is that they have too many incurable saints in them, men and women who pray too much and do too little, who cannot forget their own selfish salvation enough to look after other people's without feeling their own spiritual pulse all the time they are doing it. Of late I've sometimes suspected that it is nearly as debilitating to stay in the church all the time as it would be to stay in a hospital all the time.” PeopleMenLooksLittlesSometimesEnoughFeelingsWould BeSpiritualReligionChurchForgetToo MuchTroublePrayingLateMen And WomenSalvationSaintSelfishHospitalsPulse Author:Corra May Harris
“I have long suspected that the power of speech is not a power at all, but a mere form of hysteria from which the living that really know the truth never suffer because they do not fear life or death as we do and can afford to be calm and silent. The frailest flower that blooms knows that it will rise from the dead in the next season's sun, breathe, feel again the dew and rain. Therefore these little ones make no such tragedy as we do of death.” KnowsFeelsLittlesLongFormSufferingNextSunFlowerSpeechRainSeasonsTragedyMereSilentCalmBreatheDewHysteriaDo Not FearLife Or DeathPower Of Speech Author:Corra May Harris
