Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life. It turns what we have into enough, and more. It turns denial into acceptance, read more

Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life. It turns what we have into enough, and more. It turns denial into acceptance, chaos to order, confusion to clarity. It can turn a meal into a feast, a house into a home, a stranger into a friend. Gratitude makes sense of our past, brings peace for today, and creates a vision for tomorrow.

Gratitude is one of those things that cannot be bought. It must be born with men, or else all the read more

Gratitude is one of those things that cannot be bought. It must be born with men, or else all the obligations in the world will not create it.

That possession which we gain by the sword is not lasting;
gratitude for benefits eternal.
[Lat., Non est read more

That possession which we gain by the sword is not lasting;
gratitude for benefits eternal.
[Lat., Non est diuturna possessio in quam gladio ducimus;
beneficiorum gratia sempiterna est.]

Wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving.

Wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving.

Nothing tires a man more than to be grateful all the time.

Nothing tires a man more than to be grateful all the time.

One can never pay in gratitude; one can only pay "in kind" somewhere else in life.

One can never pay in gratitude; one can only pay "in kind" somewhere else in life.

If hush'd the loud whirlwind that ruffled the deep,
The sky if no longer dark tempests deform;
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If hush'd the loud whirlwind that ruffled the deep,
The sky if no longer dark tempests deform;
When our perils are past shall our gratitude sleep?
No! Here's to the pilot that weather'd the storm!

Two kinds of gratitude: The sudden kind we feel for what we take; the larger kind we feel for what read more

Two kinds of gratitude: The sudden kind we feel for what we take; the larger kind we feel for what we give.

I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds
With coldness still returning;
Alas! the gratitude of men
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I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds
With coldness still returning;
Alas! the gratitude of men
Hath often left me mourning.