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It Is Often During The Worst Of Times That We See The Best Of Humanity–awakening Within The Most Ordinary Of Us That Which Is Most Sublime. I Do Not Believe That It Is Circumstance That Produces Such Greatness Any More Than It Is The Canvas That Makes The Artist. Adversity Merely Presents The Surface On Which We Render Our Souls’ Most Exacting Likeness. It Is In The Darkest Skies That Stars Are Best Seen.

Everyone Has Problems. It's How You Choose To Deal With Them. Some People Choose To Be Whiners Some Choose To Be Winners. Some Choose To Be Victims Some Choose To Be Victors.

I Think The Secret To A Hoppy Life Is A Selective Memory. Remember What You Are Most Grateful For And Quickly Forget What Your Not.

There Are Moments, It Would Seem, That Were Created In Cosmic Theater Where We Are Given Strange And Fantastic Tests. In These Times, We Do Not Show Who We Are To God, For Surely He Must Already Know, But Rather To Ourselves.

Could It Be That To Truly Love A Thing Is Not To Desire It, But To Desire Happiness For It?