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I Have Learned Over A Period Of Time To Be Almost Unconsciously Grateful--as A Child Is--for A Sunny Day, Blue Water, Flowers In A Vase, A Tree Turning Red. I Have Learned To Be Glad At Dawn And When The Sky Is Dark. Only Children And A Few Spiritually Evolved People Are Born To Feel Gratitude As Naturally As They Breathe, Without Even Thinking. Most Of Us Come To It Step By Painful Step, To Discover That Gratitude Is A Form Of Acceptance.

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.

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.