Hope is an orientation of the spirit, an orientation of the heart. It
is not the conviction that something will read more

Hope is an orientation of the spirit, an orientation of the heart. It
is not the conviction that something will turn out well, but the certainty
that something makes sense, regardless of how it turns out.

Tough times never last but tough people do.

Tough times never last but tough people do.

Do not always prove yourself to be the one in the right. The right will appear. You need only give read more

Do not always prove yourself to be the one in the right. The right will appear. You need only give it a chance.

Ask God's blessing on your work, but don't ask him to do it for you.

Ask God's blessing on your work, but don't ask him to do it for you.

Quality is never an accident; it is always the result of high intention,
sincere effort, intelligent direction and skillful execution; read more

Quality is never an accident; it is always the result of high intention,
sincere effort, intelligent direction and skillful execution; it
represents the wise choice of many alternatives.

Handle them carefully, for words have more power than atom bombs.

Handle them carefully, for words have more power than atom bombs.

The most effective way to achieve right relations with any living thing is to look for the best in it, read more

The most effective way to achieve right relations with any living thing is to look for the best in it, and then help that best into the fullest expression.

Anything that has been accomplished by any other human being in the
physical realm is within the field of possibility.

Anything that has been accomplished by any other human being in the
physical realm is within the field of possibility.

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.