So every year when Christmas comes, I realize a new, the best gift life can offer is having friends like you.

God grant me courage and hope for everyday, faith to guide me along my way, understanding and wisdom, too, and grace to accept what life gives me to do.

When you ask God for a gift, Be thankful if he sends, Not diamonds, pearls or riches, but the love of real true friends.

You cannot change reality, but you can control the manner in which you look at things. Your attitude is under your own control. Weed out the negative and focus on the positive!

No matter how steep the mountain - the Lord is going to climb it with you.

A mother's love is like a beacon, Burning bright with Faith and Prayer, And through the changing scenes of life, We can find a haven there.

The way to real growth is not to become more powerful or more famous, but to become more human and more tolerant.

Comfort comes from knowing that people have made the same journey. And solace comes from understanding how others have learned to sing again.

In everything both great and small, We see the Hand of God in all.

Never borrow sorrow from tomorrow.

Peace on earth will come to stay, When we live Christmas every day.

There is no time for cut-and-dried monotony. There is time for work. And time for love. That leaves no other time.

Never Let The Roosters Wake You!

Positive energy, positive work.

Everyone is like a butterfly, they start out ugly and awkward and then morph into beautiful graceful butterflies that everyone loves.

What really counts in life is the quiet meeting of every difficulty with the determination to get out of it all the good there is.

Tears throw a veil over our faults and allow us to accuse fate without fear or contradiction.

The American Negro never can be blamed for his racial animosities - he is only reacting to four hundred years of the conscious racism of the American whites.

Baseball is the very symbol, the outward and visible expression of the drive and push and rush and struggle of the raging, tearing, booming nineteenth century.

I'm sure that Plotinus wasn't that impressed by the Christians.

The number of hypotheses available to explain any given phenomenon is infinite.