Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, 'It might have been.
The windows of my soul I throw Wide open to the sun.
A little smile, a word of cheer, A bit of love from someone near, A little gift from one held dear, Best wishes for the coming year. These make a merry christmas!
No longer forward or behind I look in hope or fear, But grateful, take the good I find, The best of now and here.
If thou of fortune be bereft, and in thy store there be but left two loaves, sell one, and with the dole, buy hyacinths to feed thy soul.
Flowers spring to blossom where she walks The careful ways of duty; Our hard, stiff lines of life with her Are flowing curves of beauty.
The tints of autumn...a mighty flower garden blossoming under the spell of the enchanter, frost.
The joy that you give to others is the joy that comes back to you
No longer forward nor behind I look in hope or fear; But, grateful, take the good I find, The best of now and here.
Peace hath higher tests of manhood than battle ever knew.
For of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these: 'It might have been!
And sweet and far as from a star, replied a voice which shall not cease, till drowning all the noise of war, it sings the blessed song of peace
I'll lift you and you lift me, and we'll both ascend together.
Clothe with life the weak intent, Let me be the thing I meant ...
Nothing before, nothing behind; The steps of faith Fall on the seeming void, and find The Rock beneath.
At what point does a man turn into a monster? I don’t believe that it’s when he does horrible things, but when he accepts that he’s able to do them, and that he does them well.
As a small businessperson, you have no greater leverage than the truth.
And still we love the evil cause And of the just effect complain; We tread upon life's broken laws And murmur at our self-inflicted pain.
Behind the cloud the starlight lurks, Through showers the sunbeams fall; For God, who loveth all His works, Has left His hope with all!
Sometimes it seems as if the universe wants to be noticed!!!
I know not where his islands lift Their fronded palms in air; I only know I cannot drift Beyond his love and care.
Rest if you must, but never quit.
The best of a book is not the thought which it contains, but the thought which it suggests; just as the charm of music dwells not in the tones but in the echoes of our hearts.
But dream not helm and harness The sign of valor true; Peace hath higher tests of manhood Than battle ever knew.