Po 3503 Book. A 5 445 Y^ Gopyrightl^!' iliO COFfRlGHT DEPOSIT. VERBUM SAPIENTI VERBUM SAPIENTI MARY LANDON BAKER It CHICAGO Ralph Fletcher Seymour MCMXX Copyright 1920 by Mary Landon Baker m -3 m\ ©CU604873 To My Mother God thought, and the Universe became. VII Perfection is a synonym of Spirit. VIII Forgiveness is enlightenment. IX The Universe is the Unity of all spiritual being. Truth and beauty are one, together they are love. XI Revery is a chaotic manifestation of dream images — not cerebral, but celestial. XII Visions are incorporeal cinematographs. XIII Time and space are material hallucinations. XIV Hopes are the fire-flies of destiny. XV An appreciation of intellect is an exhibition of brains. XVI A library is a garden — the reader gathers the honey of wisdom and wit. XVII Spiritual attainments are the oases in the desert of life — material joys are the mirages. XVIII We are never truly of the earth. The Spirit knows perfect freedom — its liberty is God's great gift to us. XIX Out of suffering is all beauty built — after a storm comes the rainbow, after soul-torment comes peace. XX Our existence on this earth is an episode m our Life of which death is but an incident. XXI As measured as the tides of ocean are the in- carnations of the soul. XXII Memory is not only a faculty of the mind, it is an attribute of the soul. XXIII To-day's idealists are the true thinkers of to-morrow. XXIV Monera is to man what the earth is to the universe. XXV Inspiration comes to one like the remem- brance of a long forgotten poem. XXVI A soul is a bird caught in the forests of In- finity, and caged in the human frame. XXVII One of the greatest experiences of earthly life is the ability to travel around the world — nay, the Universe, inside the four walls of home. XXVIII The powers of the soul are vaster than the giddy whirling of the planets, and deeper than the solemn hand of fate. XXIX God is the great Positive; this world is the negative. We cannot appreciate day without night; light without darkness; rest without labor; peace without suffering. The world was made that man might glimpse mortality — might see what God is not^ that in the life everlasting he may thereby understand that which God IS. XXX Not through the accumulation of learning but through the cultivation of our uncon- scious perceptions, do we enter — spiritually educated, — into the realization that Eternity is here and now. XXXI The Universe is a spiritual symphony, and our souls are being tuned to the Music of the Spheres. XXXIT The poem of the sea was created when God rhymed the Wind and the Waves. XXXIII Art is a mirror in which are reflected the emotions of the soul. XXXIV Each soul is the essence of God, therefore each soul is omnipotent. XXXV It is more important for a true friend to be in sympathy with one's joys than with one's sorrows. XXXVI A true friend is that person with whom one can safely air an atom of one's inner con- sciousness; pour out a drop from each of the varied phials of one's thought laboratory. XXXVII The most torrid wrath is cooled by time — moss as soft as velvet will grow on the hard- est stone. XXXVIII Wit is the language of the intellect; gentle- ness, the speech of the soul. XXXIX The day is dazzling or grey, but always light. It is a statement of fact. We see no farther than our earth — the sun gives light, the sky is but an airy and cerulean covering. The night is interrogatory, it is an immense ques- tion. The world then is but a fragment of the whole. The vastness of the firmament is beyond our grasp, we ask God Why and What and Where. XL One day we shall learn that the Universe would not be perfect without us; v/e are an eternal and complete part of the great whole, therefore we are the whole. Each ego represents the Universe. XLI To be a philosopher one must first possess the charming credulity of a child. The youngest looks with wonderment upon the common- place, — it is thus that a wise man contem- plates the Universe. XLH The creation of true beauty is spontaneous, — it is something ineffable that emerges from the spirit, a possession so precious that we must share it with the world. XLIII Meditations are moments in life's journey in which we pause, contemplate our souls, and then resume the tediousness of the hours. We do not measure spiritual values by the sands of the hour-glass but by the illimitable and everlasting pulse-beats of eternity. XLIV Our souls are constantly rising to a higher plane of thought and beauty; sometimes we are unconscious of this ascending but ever it surges within us. XLV Looking down from a lofty and wooded mountain trail upon a fertile and busy valley is a revelation of Deity. The people below are but puppets — marionettes, — and one seems to play the part of master of the fete. They are animated, live, die, work, play, fail and prosper, only by one's will. XLVI An artist is he who can express the nebulous ideas of a dreamer. He can change the poi- son of haunting memories into the nectar of beautiful dreams. The medium of expression matters not — writing, painting, music — or the gentle and heroic deeds of an unselfish soul. XLvn Dusk lends mystery to the prosaic. XLVIII November Day. Below, grey sea — white-foamed and roaring, Above — grey sky, a white gull soaring. XLIX