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I See Now How Things Even Up, How They Are Squared Away, And How They Balance Under The Law Of Love And Justice. No Year Of Life Is Emotionally, Spiritually Or Even Materially, All Drought Or All Rainfall; Nor Is It All Sun. The Road Turns A Little Every Day, And One Day There's A Sudden Twist We Didn't Dream Was There, And For Every Loss There Is Somewhere A Gain, For Every Grief A Happiness, For Every Deprivation A Giving.

Every Generation Proclaims That Each Must Lead His Own Life, But Seldom Grants The Subsequent Generation The Right To Lead Theirs.

Gratitude Is A Humble Emotion. It Expresses Itself In A Thousand Ways, From A Sincere Thank You To Friend Or Stranger, To The Mute, Up-reaching Acknowledgment To God--not For The Gifts Of This Day Only, But For The Day Itself; Not For What We Believe Will Be Ours In The Future, But For The Bounty Of The Past.

You Cannot Contribute Anything To The Ideal Condition Of Mind And Heart Known As Brotherhood, However Much You Preach, Posture, Or Agree, Unless You Live It.

The Shadow Of Fear And Uncertainty Lies Over Most Of Us; For Us The Future Seems Far From Being As Clear And Open As We Believed It Would Be.