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I've Always Thought That The Most Perfect Fate Which Could Befall Any Woman Would Be To Be Born A Rich Widow.

Most Of Us Forget To Take Time For Wonder, Praise And Gratitude Until It Is Almost Too Late. Gratitude Is A Many-colored Quality, Reaching In All Directions. It Goes Out For Small Things And For Large; It Is A God-ward Going.

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.

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.

Autumn Burned Brightly, A Running Flame Through The Mountains, A Torch Flung To The Trees.