Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some stay
for awhile and leave footprints on our hearts. And read more

Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some stay
for awhile and leave footprints on our hearts. And we are never, ever the
same.

Though language forms the preacher, 'Tis "good works" make the man.

Though language forms the preacher, 'Tis "good works" make the man.

Real excellence and humility are not incompatible one with the other, on the contrary they are twin sisters. - Letters read more

Real excellence and humility are not incompatible one with the other, on the contrary they are twin sisters. - Letters to Young Men.

The great end of life is not knowledge but action.

The great end of life is not knowledge but action.

We catch on to the truth and technique of expectation in those rare
moments when we are stirred by an read more

We catch on to the truth and technique of expectation in those rare
moments when we are stirred by an awareness of a guidance seemingly higher
and greater than our own, when for a little while we are taken over by a
force and an intelligence above and beyond those commonly felt. Confident
and free, filled with wonder and ready acceptance, we permit ourselves to
be taken over by our unquestioning self.

I never let my subject get in the way of what I want to talk about.

I never let my subject get in the way of what I want to talk about.

He who hesitates is probably right.

He who hesitates is probably right.

Here is little Effie's head. Her brains are made of gingerbread. When
the judgement day comes, God will find six read more

Here is little Effie's head. Her brains are made of gingerbread. When
the judgement day comes, God will find six crumbs. Stooping by the coffin
lid waiting for something to rise as the something's always did. Imagine
His surprise, bellowing above the general noise, "Where is Effie? She
was dead." Back to God in a tiny voice: "My name's Maybe."
The first crumb said. The number two crumb picked up the song.
"Might, I'm called. I've done no wrong." Cried the third crumb,
"I am Should. Here's our little brother Could and my big sister
Would. Don't punish us for we've been good." And the last crumb, with
some shame, whispered unto God, "My name is Must and with the others,
we've been Effie, who isn't alive and never was. Cross the threshold have
no dread. Lift the sheet back in this way.

I use nothing but the best ingredients. My cookies are always baked fresh. I price cookies so that you cannot read more

I use nothing but the best ingredients. My cookies are always baked fresh. I price cookies so that you cannot make them at home for any less. And I still give cookies away.