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Promise Yourself
Promise yourself:
To be so strong that nothing can disturb your peace of mind.
To talk health, happiness, and prosperity to every person you meet.
To make all your friends feel that there is something in them.
To look at the sunny side of everything and make your optimism come true.
To think only of the best, to work only for the best, and to expect only the best.
To be just as enthusiastic about the success of others as you are about your own.
To forget the mistakes of the past and press on to the greater achievements of the future.
To wear a cheerful countenance at all times and give every living creature you meet a smile.
To give so much time to the improvement of yourself that you have no time to criticize others.
To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear, and too happy to permit the presence of trouble.
To think well of yourself and proclaim this fact to the world, not in loud words but in great deeds.
To live in the faith that the whole world is on your side so long as you are true to the best that is in you.
By Christian D. Larson: “Your Forces and How to Use Them” (30 November 1909)
Christian Daa Larson was born on 1 February 1874 in Forest City, Iowa, United States of America. He was married to Georgea Dubois on 14 February 1918 in Seattle, Washington. He became a writer and a lecturer in the New Thought Movement. He is known for his many books, including “Your Forces and How to Use Them” (30 November 1909). Christian Daa Larson passed on at about 88 years of age in 1962.
Promise yourself:
To be so strong that nothing can disturb your peace of mind.
To talk health, happiness, and prosperity to every person you meet.
To make all your friends feel that there is something in them.
To look at the sunny side of everything and make your optimism come true.
To think only of the best, to work only for the best, and to expect only the best.
To be just as enthusiastic about the success of others as you are about your own.
To forget the mistakes of the past and press on to the greater achievements of the future.
To wear a cheerful countenance at all times and give every living creature you meet a smile.
To give so much time to the improvement of yourself that you have no time to criticize others.
To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear, and too happy to permit the presence of trouble.
To think well of yourself and proclaim this fact to the world, not in loud words but in great deeds.
To live in the faith that the whole world is on your side so long as you are true to the best that is in you.
By Christian D. Larson: “Your Forces and How to Use Them” (30 November 1909)
Christian Daa Larson was born on 1 February 1874 in Forest City, Iowa, United States of America. He was married to Georgea Dubois on 14 February 1918 in Seattle, Washington. He became a writer and a lecturer in the New Thought Movement. He is known for his many books, including “Your Forces and How to Use Them” (30 November 1909). Christian Daa Larson passed on at about 88 years of age in 1962.
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Do More
Do more than belong: participate.
Do more than care: help.
Do more than believe: practice.
Do more than be fair: be kind.
Do more than forgive: forget.
Do more than dream: work.
Do more than teach: inspire.
Do more than earn: enrich.
Do more than give: serve.
Do more than live: grow.
Do more than suffer: triumph.
By William A. Ward
William Arthur Ward was born on 17 December 1921 in Louisiana, United States of America. He became a Private in the United States Army in 1942, and left the military four years later as a Captain. He then attended McMurry University before eventually receiving a Master’s Degree from Oklahoma State University. William Arthur Ward was the writer of the column “Pertinent Proverbs” in the Fort Worth “Star-Telegram” newspaper, author of the book “Fountains of Faith” (1970), and the writer of more than 100 articles and poems that were published in magazines including “Reader’s Digest,” “The Christian Home,” and “Sunshine.” He was an editor, a teacher, a motivational speaker, a college administrator, and a pastor. He served on the board of directors for several nonprofit organizations. He is perhaps best remembered as one of America’s most quoted writers of inspirational maxims. William Arthur Ward passed on at 72 years of age on 30 March 1994.
Do more than belong: participate.
Do more than care: help.
Do more than believe: practice.
Do more than be fair: be kind.
Do more than forgive: forget.
Do more than dream: work.
Do more than teach: inspire.
Do more than earn: enrich.
Do more than give: serve.
Do more than live: grow.
Do more than suffer: triumph.
By William A. Ward
William Arthur Ward was born on 17 December 1921 in Louisiana, United States of America. He became a Private in the United States Army in 1942, and left the military four years later as a Captain. He then attended McMurry University before eventually receiving a Master’s Degree from Oklahoma State University. William Arthur Ward was the writer of the column “Pertinent Proverbs” in the Fort Worth “Star-Telegram” newspaper, author of the book “Fountains of Faith” (1970), and the writer of more than 100 articles and poems that were published in magazines including “Reader’s Digest,” “The Christian Home,” and “Sunshine.” He was an editor, a teacher, a motivational speaker, a college administrator, and a pastor. He served on the board of directors for several nonprofit organizations. He is perhaps best remembered as one of America’s most quoted writers of inspirational maxims. William Arthur Ward passed on at 72 years of age on 30 March 1994.
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Desiderata: A Poem For A Way Of Life
Go placidly among the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexatious to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain or bitter;
for always there will be greater and
lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let not this blind you to what virtue there is;
Many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of years, gracefully
surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees
and the stars; you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore, be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive him to be.
And whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life
keep peace in your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.
By Max Ehrmann (1927)
Max Ehrmann was born on 26 September 1872 in Terre Haute, Indiana, United States of America. Mr. Ehrmann studied law and philosophy at Harvard University. His first book, “A Farrago” (1898), was published while he was still attending Harvard. He earned a degree in philosophy, and returned to Terre Haute in 1898, where he practiced law as a deputy state’s attorney for two years. He later worked in his family’s overalls manufacturing business. At 41 years of age, he put everything aside to become a writer. He wrote more than twenty books, and many poems that were published in newspapers and magazines. At 55 years of age, he wrote “Desiderata: A Poem for a Way of Life” (‘desiderata’ is Latin for ‘desired things’). Max Ehrmann passed on at 72 years of age on 9 September 1945 in Terre Haute, Indiana, United States of America.
Go placidly among the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexatious to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain or bitter;
for always there will be greater and
lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let not this blind you to what virtue there is;
Many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of years, gracefully
surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees
and the stars; you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore, be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive him to be.
And whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life
keep peace in your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.
By Max Ehrmann (1927)
Max Ehrmann was born on 26 September 1872 in Terre Haute, Indiana, United States of America. Mr. Ehrmann studied law and philosophy at Harvard University. His first book, “A Farrago” (1898), was published while he was still attending Harvard. He earned a degree in philosophy, and returned to Terre Haute in 1898, where he practiced law as a deputy state’s attorney for two years. He later worked in his family’s overalls manufacturing business. At 41 years of age, he put everything aside to become a writer. He wrote more than twenty books, and many poems that were published in newspapers and magazines. At 55 years of age, he wrote “Desiderata: A Poem for a Way of Life” (‘desiderata’ is Latin for ‘desired things’). Max Ehrmann passed on at 72 years of age on 9 September 1945 in Terre Haute, Indiana, United States of America.
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Don’t Give Up
If you’ve tried and have not won,
Never stop for crying;
All that’s good and great is done
Just by patient trying.
Though young birds, in flying, fall,
Still their wings grow stronger,
And the next time they can keep
Up a little longer.
Though the sturdy oak has known
Many a wind that bowed her,
She has risen again and grown
Loftier and prouder.
If by easy work you’re beat,
Who the more will prize you?
Gaining victory from defeat,
That’s the test that tries you.
By Phoebe Cary
Phoebe Cary was born on 4 September 1824 in Mount Healthy, Ohio, United States of America. She became a poet and a newspaper editor. She was a younger sister of the poet Alice Cary (1820 - 1871). Phoebe Cary passed on at 47 years of age on 31 July 1871 in Newport, Rhode Island, United States of America.
If you’ve tried and have not won,
Never stop for crying;
All that’s good and great is done
Just by patient trying.
Though young birds, in flying, fall,
Still their wings grow stronger,
And the next time they can keep
Up a little longer.
Though the sturdy oak has known
Many a wind that bowed her,
She has risen again and grown
Loftier and prouder.
If by easy work you’re beat,
Who the more will prize you?
Gaining victory from defeat,
That’s the test that tries you.
By Phoebe Cary
Phoebe Cary was born on 4 September 1824 in Mount Healthy, Ohio, United States of America. She became a poet and a newspaper editor. She was a younger sister of the poet Alice Cary (1820 - 1871). Phoebe Cary passed on at 47 years of age on 31 July 1871 in Newport, Rhode Island, United States of America.
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You Only Get To Keep What You Give Away
It’s a universal law:
You have to give before you get.
You must plant your seeds
Before you reap the harvest.
The more you sow, the more you’ll reap.
In giving to others,
You’ll find yourself blessed.
The law works to give you back
More than you have sown.
The giver’s harvest is always full.
Those that obtain have little.
Those who scatter have much.
Nature does not give to those
Who will not spend.
By Author Unknown
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It’s a universal law:
You have to give before you get.
You must plant your seeds
Before you reap the harvest.
The more you sow, the more you’ll reap.
In giving to others,
You’ll find yourself blessed.
The law works to give you back
More than you have sown.
The giver’s harvest is always full.
Those that obtain have little.
Those who scatter have much.
Nature does not give to those
Who will not spend.
By Author Unknown
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Perseverance
We must not hope to be mowers,
And to gather the ripe gold ears,
Unless we have first been sowers
And watered the furrows with tears.
It is not just as we take it,
This mystical world of ours,
Life’s field will yield as we make it
A harvest of thorns or of flowers.
By Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe was born on 28 August 1749 in Frankfurt am Main, Frankfurter Stadtkreis, Hessen, Germany. He became a scientist, a poet, a novelist, a dramatist (playwright), a natural philosopher, and a diplomat. His body of work includes epic and lyric poetry written in a variety of meters and styles; prose and verse dramas; memoirs; an autobiography; literary and aesthetic criticism; treatises on botany, anatomy, and color; and four novels. In addition, numerous literary and scientific fragments, more than 10,000 letters, and nearly 3,000 drawings by him are extant. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe passed on at 82 years of age on 22 March 1832 in Weimar, Weimarer Stadtkreis, Thüringen, Germany.
We must not hope to be mowers,
And to gather the ripe gold ears,
Unless we have first been sowers
And watered the furrows with tears.
It is not just as we take it,
This mystical world of ours,
Life’s field will yield as we make it
A harvest of thorns or of flowers.
By Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe was born on 28 August 1749 in Frankfurt am Main, Frankfurter Stadtkreis, Hessen, Germany. He became a scientist, a poet, a novelist, a dramatist (playwright), a natural philosopher, and a diplomat. His body of work includes epic and lyric poetry written in a variety of meters and styles; prose and verse dramas; memoirs; an autobiography; literary and aesthetic criticism; treatises on botany, anatomy, and color; and four novels. In addition, numerous literary and scientific fragments, more than 10,000 letters, and nearly 3,000 drawings by him are extant. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe passed on at 82 years of age on 22 March 1832 in Weimar, Weimarer Stadtkreis, Thüringen, Germany.
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These I’ve Loved
These I’ve loved since I was little:
Wood to build with or to whittle,
Wind in the grass and falling rain,
First leaves along an April lane;
Yellow flowers, cloudy weather,
River-bottom smell, old leather,
Fields newly plowed, young corn in rows,
Back country roads and cawing crows,
Stone walls with stiles going over,
Daisies, Queen Anne’s Lace, and clover
Night tunes of crickets, frog songs, too,
Starched cotton cloth, the color blue,
Bells that ring from white church steeple,
Friendly dogs and friendly people.
By Elizabeth-Ellen Long: “These I’ve Loved” (1948) collected poems by a single author in book form
Elizabeth-Ellen Long was born in 1908. She became a poet, and had her poetry published in American and British magazines. She was married to George F. Tibbals, and together the couple had two children. Elizabeth-Ellen Long passed on in 1989.
These I’ve loved since I was little:
Wood to build with or to whittle,
Wind in the grass and falling rain,
First leaves along an April lane;
Yellow flowers, cloudy weather,
River-bottom smell, old leather,
Fields newly plowed, young corn in rows,
Back country roads and cawing crows,
Stone walls with stiles going over,
Daisies, Queen Anne’s Lace, and clover
Night tunes of crickets, frog songs, too,
Starched cotton cloth, the color blue,
Bells that ring from white church steeple,
Friendly dogs and friendly people.
By Elizabeth-Ellen Long: “These I’ve Loved” (1948) collected poems by a single author in book form
Elizabeth-Ellen Long was born in 1908. She became a poet, and had her poetry published in American and British magazines. She was married to George F. Tibbals, and together the couple had two children. Elizabeth-Ellen Long passed on in 1989.
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If I Ought To
There’s a voice that’s ever sounding,
With an echo oft rebounding,
In my heart a word propounding,
Loudly speaking, never still;
Till at last, my duty viewing,
Heart replies to charge renewing,
Let my willing change to doing -
If I ought to, then I will.
By Max Hill
Max Hill was born on 23 November 1881. He was a lifelong member of the Seventh-Day Adventist Church denomination of Christianity. He became a school principal and superintendent, as well as a writer and a poet. Max Hill passed on at 69 years of age on 30 June 1951 in Eureka, California, United States of America.
There’s a voice that’s ever sounding,
With an echo oft rebounding,
In my heart a word propounding,
Loudly speaking, never still;
Till at last, my duty viewing,
Heart replies to charge renewing,
Let my willing change to doing -
If I ought to, then I will.
By Max Hill
Max Hill was born on 23 November 1881. He was a lifelong member of the Seventh-Day Adventist Church denomination of Christianity. He became a school principal and superintendent, as well as a writer and a poet. Max Hill passed on at 69 years of age on 30 June 1951 in Eureka, California, United States of America.
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Don’t Take It To Heart
There’s many a trouble
Would break like a bubble,
And into the waters of Lethe* depart,
Did we not rehearse it,
And tenderly nurse it,
And give it a permanent place in the heart.
There’s many a sorrow
Would vanish to-morrow,
Were we but willing to furnish the wings:
So sadly intruding,
And quietly brooding,
It hatches all sorts of horrible things.
How welcome the seeming,
Of looks that are beaming,
Whether one’s wealthy or whether one’s poor;
Eyes bright as a berry,
Cheeks red as a cherry,
The groan, and the curse, and the heartache can cure.
Resolve to be merry,
All worry to ferry,
Across the famed waters that bid us forget.
And no longer fearful,
But happy and cheerful,
We feel life has much that’s worth living for yet.
By Georgiana C. Clark
*Lethe is the name of the river of forgetfulness in Greek mythology.
Georgiana Charlotte Clark was born on an unknown date. She was an English writer and editor. Georgiana Charlotte Clark passed away on 29 April 1878 in Holloway, London, England.
There’s many a trouble
Would break like a bubble,
And into the waters of Lethe* depart,
Did we not rehearse it,
And tenderly nurse it,
And give it a permanent place in the heart.
There’s many a sorrow
Would vanish to-morrow,
Were we but willing to furnish the wings:
So sadly intruding,
And quietly brooding,
It hatches all sorts of horrible things.
How welcome the seeming,
Of looks that are beaming,
Whether one’s wealthy or whether one’s poor;
Eyes bright as a berry,
Cheeks red as a cherry,
The groan, and the curse, and the heartache can cure.
Resolve to be merry,
All worry to ferry,
Across the famed waters that bid us forget.
And no longer fearful,
But happy and cheerful,
We feel life has much that’s worth living for yet.
By Georgiana C. Clark
*Lethe is the name of the river of forgetfulness in Greek mythology.
Georgiana Charlotte Clark was born on an unknown date. She was an English writer and editor. Georgiana Charlotte Clark passed away on 29 April 1878 in Holloway, London, England.
