If God gives you a few more years, remember, it is not yours. Your time must honor God, your home must honor God, your activity must honor God, and everything you do must honor God.
Good as is discourse, silence is better and shames it.
This is my wish for you: Comfort on difficult days, smiles when sadness intrudes, rainbows to follow the clouds, laughter to kiss your lips, sunsets to warm your heart, hugs when spirits sag, beauty for your eyes to see, friendships to brighten your being, faith so that you can believe, confidence for when you doubt, courage to know yourself, patience to accept the truth, Love to complete your life.
Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year. He is rich who owns the day, and no one owns the day who allows it to be invaded with fret and anxiety. Finish every day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities, no doubt crept in. Forget them as soon as you can, tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely, with too high a spirit to be cumbered with your old nonsense. This new day is too dear, with its hopes and invitations, to waste a moment on the yesterdays.
The purpose of life is not to be happy. It is to be useful, to be honorable, to be compassionate, to have it make some difference that you have lived and lived well.
Successful is the person who has lived well, laughed often and loved much, who has gained the respect of children, who leaves the world better than they found it, who has never lacked appreciation for the earth's beauty, who never fails to look for the best in others or give the best of themselves.
The only person you are destined to become is the person you decide to be.
The crooning turns to a sunrise singing.
In the United States, to an unprecedented degree, the individual's social role has come to be determined not by who he is but by what he can accomplish.
At least you're learning a thing or two about wine. Good to hear you're making such an effort to improve yourself. " "Does the U. S. attorney know how much you like spending your Saturday nights eavesdropping on private conversations?" Nick asked. "The U. S. attorney knows exactly how I like spending my Saturday nights.
Claude Hopkins. . maintained that nobody with a college education could write an advertisement addressed to the mass millions. That's absolute poppycock.