If you have a job without aggravations, you don't have a job.

If you have a job without aggravations, you don't have a job.

The supply of time is a daily miracle. You wake up in the morning and
lo! Your purse is magnificently read more

The supply of time is a daily miracle. You wake up in the morning and
lo! Your purse is magnificently filled with 24 hours of the unmanufactured
tissue of the universe of life. It is yours! The most precious of your
possessions.

A poor person who is unhappy is in a better position than a
rich person who is unhappy because the read more

A poor person who is unhappy is in a better position than a
rich person who is unhappy because the poor person has hope. He thinks
money will help.

Honest men esteem and value nothing so much in this world as a real friend. Such a one is as read more

Honest men esteem and value nothing so much in this world as a real friend. Such a one is as it were another self, to whom we impart our most secret thoughts, who partakes of our joy, and comforts us in our affliction; add to this, that his company is an everlasting pleasure to us.

The only tyrant I will accept in this world is the "still small
voice" within me.

The only tyrant I will accept in this world is the "still small
voice" within me.

Wonder if there is life on another planet? Let's suppose there is.
Suppose further, that only one star in a read more

Wonder if there is life on another planet? Let's suppose there is.
Suppose further, that only one star in a trillion has a planet that could
support life. If that were the case, then there would be at least 100
million planets that harbored life.

A happy family is but an earlier heaven.

A happy family is but an earlier heaven.

The mind is just another muscle.

The mind is just another muscle.

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.