It is a pleasure appropriate to man, for him to save a
fellow-man, and gratitude is acquired in no read more

It is a pleasure appropriate to man, for him to save a
fellow-man, and gratitude is acquired in no better way.
[Lat., Conveniens homini est hominem servare voluptas.
Et melius nulla quaeritur arte favor.]

A proud man is seldom a grateful man, for he never thinks he gets as much as he deserves.

A proud man is seldom a grateful man, for he never thinks he gets as much as he deserves.

Gratitude - the meanest and most snivelling attribute in the world.

Gratitude - the meanest and most snivelling attribute in the world.

Gratitude is the heart's memory.

Gratitude is the heart's memory.

Both abundance and lack exist simultaneously in our lives, as parallel realities. It is always our conscious choice which secret read more

Both abundance and lack exist simultaneously in our lives, as parallel realities. It is always our conscious choice which secret garden we will tend... when we choose not to focus on what is missing from our lives but are grateful for the abundance that's present -- love, health, family, friends, work, the joys of nature and personal pursuits that bring us pleasure -- the wasteland of illusion falls away and we experience Heaven on earth.

Now the good gods forbid
That our renowned Rome, whose gratitude
Towards her deserved children is enrolled
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Now the good gods forbid
That our renowned Rome, whose gratitude
Towards her deserved children is enrolled
In Jove's own book, like an unnatural dam
Should now eat up her own!

I don't like it when people on the street say "smile" or "cheer up." It's a real cheap line. I'm read more

I don't like it when people on the street say "smile" or "cheer up." It's a real cheap line. I'm feeling good. I'm feeling real grateful for everything. It's a solid time in my life. When people say I look sad, they're wrong.

Th' unwilling gratitude of base mankind!

Th' unwilling gratitude of base mankind!

Let but the commons hear this testament,
Which (pardon me) I do not mean to read,
And read more

Let but the commons hear this testament,
Which (pardon me) I do not mean to read,
And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds
And dip their napkins in his sacred blood;
Yea, beg a hair of him for memory,
And dying, mention it within their wills,
Bequeathing it as a rich legacy
Upon their issue.