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| The most important of life's battles is the one we fight daily in the silent chambers of the soul. -- David O. McKay |
| Happiness comes of the capacity to feel deeply, to enjoy simply, to think freely, to risk life, to be needed. -- Storm Jameson |
| He who has hope has everything. -- Arabian Proverb |
| My friend, it's not what you lose that counts. It's what you do with what you have left. -- Hubert Humphrey |
| We are not human beings on a spiritual journey. We are spiritual beings on a human journey. -- Stephen Covey |
| Man is a creature of hope and invention, both of which belie the idea that things cannot be changed. -- Tom Clancy |
| Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgment that something else is more important than fear. -- Ambrose Redmoon |
| To go against the dominant thinking of most of the people you see every day is perhaps the most difficult act of heroism you can perform. -- Theodore H. White |
| Volunteers don't get paid, not because they're worthless, but because they're priceless. -- Sherry Anderson |
| It is in the shelter of each other that people live. -- Irish Proverb |
| Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw, within the moonlight of his room, Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold; Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" - The vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered "The names of those who love the Lord." "And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so," Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low, But cheerily still; and said, "I pray thee then, Write me as one who loves his fellow-men." The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night It came again with a great wakening light, And showed the names who love of God had blessed, And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest. -- Leigh Hunt |
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| Hope is like a bird that senses the dawn and carefully starts to sing while it is still dark. -- Author Unknown |
| No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted. -- Aesop |
| Music: What a Wonderful World This was originally a Friday's Journal page. The Past Whispers - Home |
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