If Gratitude were a tree in a Bountiful orchard...Grace would be it's Seed bearing fruit.

A message from God... If You Accept It... I Would Give You the Glorious Gift of Seeing Yourself Exactly as I see You... And I See You as Perfection and of Immeasurable Importance.

Love Me Even More when I Seem Least Deserving... For That is the Very Moment That I Am Most in Need of Your Love.

Only Light can drive away the shadows, Darkness can never be diminished by more darkness.

A most amazing defense with Power to destroy any enemy… GRATITUDE!

Through sincere Thankfulness, the incredibly difficult struggles of my yesterday, have been transformed into the“Good ol’ Days” upon which I can now Peacefully reflect .

Upon waking this morning… What if all that remained were the people and things for which I had expressed Gratitude the day before? I shudder to think of all that would found to be missing.

Once I began taking inventory of ALL I was Grateful for, the warehouse I had packed with notebooks listing all I lacked became obsolete.

I'm grateful for the dark shadow that is constantly following me... It reminds me always of the Loving Light that shines upon my face.

I'm Thankful in the knowledge that EVERY moment of this Life has happened For Me...Not one moment has happened TO me.

An abundance of thinking leads to me, me, me.An abundance of Thanking leads to YOU, YOU, YOU!

I never stopped loving you, Ronnie. And I never stopped thinking about you. Even if summers do come to an end.

The inability to rise above one's inherited ism and ideology makes one live and die a fool, just a folly.

It is impossible in our condition of Society not to be sometimes a Snob.

In the political context fair means somebody that will vote for the unions or for the business. It can't mean that in the judicial context or we're in real trouble.

Original sin is the only rational solution of the undeniable fact of the deep, universal and early manifested sinfulness of men in all ages, of every class, and in every part of the world

Because life goes on, L. The birds do their thing, and the bees do theirs. Seeds get scattered, and everything grows back.

Our Southside is a place apart: each piece of our living is a protest.

Be, in this immensity of night, the magic force at your sense's crossroad.

When I was a kid, I had two friends, and they were imaginary and they would only play with each other.

Since God often sends us inspirations by means of His angels, we should frequently return our aspirations to him by means of the same messengers.