Treasure Each Other In The Recognition That

The Melody That The Loved One Played Upon The Piano Of Your Life Will Never Be Played Quite That Way Again, But We Must Not Close The Keyboard And Allow The Instrument To Gather Dust. We Must Seek Out Other Artists Of The Spirit, New Friends Who Gradually Will Help Us To Find The Road To Life Again, Who Will Walk The Road With Us.

The Primary Joy Of Life Is Acceptance, Approval, The Sense Of Appreciation And Companionship Of Our Human Comrades. Many Men Do Not Understand That The Need For Fellowship Is Really As Deep As The Need For Food, And So They Go Through Life Accepting Many Substitutes For Genuine, Warm, Simple.

Tolerance Is The Positive And Cordial Effort To Understand Another's Beliefs, Practices, And Habits Without Necessarily Sharing Or Accepting Them.

Let Us Learn To Accept Ourselves-accept The Truth That We Are Capable In Some Directions And Limited In Others, That Genius Is Rare, That Mediocrity Is A Portion Of Almost All Of Us, But That We Can Contribute From The Storehouse Of Our Skills To The Enrichment Of Our Common Life.

The Quest For This Unwearied Peace Is Constant And Universal. Probe Deeply Into The Teaching Of Buddha, Maimonides, Or A Kempis, And You Will Discover That They Base Their Diverse Doctrines On The Foundation Of A Large Spiritual Serenity. Analyze The Prayers Of Troubled, Overborne Mankind Of All Creeds, In Every Age-and Their Petitions Come Down To The Irreducible Common Denominators Of Daily Bread And Inward Peace. Grown Men Do Not Pray For Vain Trifles. When They Lift Up Their Hearts And Voices In The Valley Of Tears They Ask For Strength And Courage And Understanding.