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He who does not know himself is lost.
"September 3, 1946", CWMG, vol. LXXXV, p. 508.
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The human body is like a musical instrument. Any note that is desired can be struck on it.
"September 4, 1946", CWMG, vol. LXXXV, p. 508.
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Thought pierces even a wall of steel.
"September 5, 1946", CWMG, vol. LXXXV, p. 508.
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"September 6, 1946", CWMG, vol. LXXXV, p. 508.
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Faith makes the ship move.
"Saturday, September 7, 1946", CWMG, vol. LXXXV, p. 508.
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Why fear death when the threat is ever present?
"Sunday, September 8, 1946", CWMG, vol. LXXXV, p. 508.
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We are all mad. Which of us shall call whom mad?
"Monday, September 9, 1946", CWMG, vol. LXXXV, p. 509.
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When we wipe the slate clean, we see God's signature clearly on it.
"Tuesday, September 10, 1946", CWMG, vol. LXXXV, p. 509.
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However lofty the ambition, even those considered the lowliest of creatures should come within its ambit.
"Wednesday, September 11, 1946", CWMG, vol. LXXXV, p. 509.
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God and Satan cannot both occupy the throne of the heart.
"Thursday, September 12, 1946", CWMG, vol. LXXXV, p. 509.