The Root Of Joy, As Of Duty,

I Find The Great Thing In This World Is Not So Much Where We Stand, As In What Direction We Are Moving: To Reach The Port Of Heaven, We Must Sail Sometimes With The Wind And Sometimes Against It, But We Must Sail, And Not Drift, Nor Lie At Anchor.

The Minute A Phrase, Becomes Current, It Becomes An Apology For Not Thinking Accurately To The End Of The Sentence.

You Hear That Boy Laughing?you Think He's All Fun; But The Angels Laugh, Too, At The Good He Has Done; The Children Laugh Loud As They Troop To His Call, And The Poor Man That Knows Him Laughs Loudest Of All.

People Talk Fundamentals And Superlatives And Then Make Some Changes Of Detail.

We Expect More Of Ourselves Than We Have Any Right To.