Character Builds Slowly, But It Can Be

Gratitude Is A Humble Emotion. It Expresses Itself In A Thousand Ways, From A Sincere Thank You To Friend Or Stranger, To The Mute, Up-reaching Acknowledgment To God--not For The Gifts Of This Day Only, But For The Day Itself; Not For What We Believe Will Be Ours In The Future, But For The Bounty Of The Past.

Occasionally The Impossible Happens; This Is A Truism That Accounts For Much Of What We Call Good Luck; And Also, Bad.

Sometimes There Is A Greater Lack Of Communication In Facile Talking Than In Silence.

I See Now How Things Even Up, How They Are Squared Away, And How They Balance Under The Law Of Love And Justice. No Year Of Life Is Emotionally, Spiritually Or Even Materially, All Drought Or All Rainfall; Nor Is It All Sun. The Road Turns A Little Every Day, And One Day There's A Sudden Twist We Didn't Dream Was There, And For Every Loss There Is Somewhere A Gain, For Every Grief A Happiness, For Every Deprivation A Giving.

You Cannot Contribute Anything To The Ideal Condition Of Mind And Heart Known As Brotherhood, However Much You Preach, Posture, Or Agree, Unless You Live It.