Who sows a field, or trains a flower, Or plants at tree, is more than all.

For all sad words of tongue and pen, The saddest are these, 'It might have been'.

A little smile, a word of cheer, A bit of love from someone near, A little gift from one held dear, Best wishes for the coming year. These make a merry christmas!

Through this broad street, restless ever, ebbs and flows a human tide, wave on wave a living river; wealth and fashion side by side; Toiler, idler, slave and master, in the same quick current glide.

Swan flocks of lilies shoreward lying, In sweetness, not in music, dying.

Along the river's summer walk, The withered tufts of asters nod; And trembles on its arid stalk the hoar plum of the golden-rod.

Alas for him who never sees The stars shine through his cypress-trees Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, Nor looks to see the breaking day Across the mournful marbles play!

All the windows of my heart I open to the day.

Behind the cloud the starlight lurks, Through showers the sunbeams fall; For God, who loveth all his works, Has left his Hope with all.

If thou of fortune be bereft, and in thy store there be but left two loaves, sell one, and with the dole, buy hyacinths to feed thy soul.

Green calm below, blue quietness above.

Anything in your life that’s acting as a security blanket is only smothering the person you were born to be.

And there have certainly been movies I wanted to be in and milestones I wanted to surpass that did not happen.

We are built to live in the kingdom of God. It is our natural habitat.

Democracy cannot long survive when the people permit their lives to be dominated - economically or politically - by a powerful few.

This hetero - normative behavior and herd mentality is dangerous. It's okay to be different.

Example is always more efficacious than precept.

We only have victory over satan when we walk in the Spirit in Christ Jesus.

Government is like an onion. To understand it, you have to peel through many different layers. Most outsiders never get beyond the first or second layer.

The moan of the whip-poor-will from the hillside; the boding cry of the tree-toad, that harbinger of storm; the dreary hooting of the screechowl.

People treat us the way we teach them to treat us.