The Mill Cannot Grind With The Water

We Must Give More In Order To Get More. It Is The Generous Giving Of Ourselves That Produces The Generous Harvest.

Most Of Our Obstacles Would Melt Away If, Instead Of Cowering Before Them, We Should Make Up Our Minds To Walk Boldly Through Them.

Talk Happiness. The World Is Sad Enough Without Your Woe.

What Power Can Poverty Have Over A Home Where Loving Hearts Are Beating With A Consciousness Of Untold Riches Of The Head And Heart?

Life Is Not Mean, It Is Grand; If It Is Mean To Any, He Or She Makes It So. God Made It Glorious. It Is Paved With Diamonds; Its Banks He Fringed With Flowers. He Overarched It With Stars. Around It He Spread The Glory Of The Physical Universe-suns, Moon, Worlds, Constellations, Systems-all That Is Magnificent In Motion, Sublime In Magnitude, And Grand In Order And Obedience. God Would Not Have Attended Life With This Broad March Of Grandeur If It Did Not Mean Something.