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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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Leisure
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass.
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
By William H. Davies: “Songs of Joy and Others” (1911)
William Henry Davies, also known as W. H. Davies, was born on 3 July 1871 in Newport, Monmouthshire, Wales. He spent much of his life as a vagabond and itinerant worker in Great Britain and the United States of America, until an injury involving a train caused him to lose his right foot. From that time on, disability forced him to rely on a wooden leg, leaving him unable to continue his wandering lifestyle. He settled into shelters for the indigent, and began writing prose and poetry. Eventually, he became a published author and was able to circulate among literary society. He was married to Helen Payne in 1923. William Henry Davies passed on at 69 years of age on 26 September 1940 in Nailsworth, Gloucestershire, England.
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass.
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
By William H. Davies: “Songs of Joy and Others” (1911)
William Henry Davies, also known as W. H. Davies, was born on 3 July 1871 in Newport, Monmouthshire, Wales. He spent much of his life as a vagabond and itinerant worker in Great Britain and the United States of America, until an injury involving a train caused him to lose his right foot. From that time on, disability forced him to rely on a wooden leg, leaving him unable to continue his wandering lifestyle. He settled into shelters for the indigent, and began writing prose and poetry. Eventually, he became a published author and was able to circulate among literary society. He was married to Helen Payne in 1923. William Henry Davies passed on at 69 years of age on 26 September 1940 in Nailsworth, Gloucestershire, England.
Think Positive
The secret of life isn’t what happens to you, but what you do with what happens to you.
Help other people to cope with their problems, and your own will be easier to cope with.
Never use the word impossible seriously again. Toss it into the verbal wastebasket.
Self-trust is the first secret of success. So believe in and trust yourself.
Stand up to your obstacles and do something about them. You will find that they haven’t half the strength you think they have.
Joy increases as you give it, and diminishes as you try to keep it for yourself. In giving it, you will accumulate a deposit of joy greater than you ever believed possible.
How you think about a problem is more important than the problem itself - so always think positively.
Go at life with abandon; give it all you’ve got. And life will give all it has to you.
By Norman Vincent Peale: “Positive Thinking Every Day” (6 December 1993)
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Norman Vincent Peale was born 31 May 1898 in Bowersville, Ohio, United States of America. He became a Christian minister in the Reformed Church in America, a professional speaker, a progenitor of ‘positive thinking,’ and a writer. He is known as the author of the book, “The Power of Positive Thinking” (1952). Norman Vincent Peale passed on at 95 years of age on 24 December 1993 in Prawling, New York, United States of America.
The secret of life isn’t what happens to you, but what you do with what happens to you.
Help other people to cope with their problems, and your own will be easier to cope with.
Never use the word impossible seriously again. Toss it into the verbal wastebasket.
Self-trust is the first secret of success. So believe in and trust yourself.
Stand up to your obstacles and do something about them. You will find that they haven’t half the strength you think they have.
Joy increases as you give it, and diminishes as you try to keep it for yourself. In giving it, you will accumulate a deposit of joy greater than you ever believed possible.
How you think about a problem is more important than the problem itself - so always think positively.
Go at life with abandon; give it all you’ve got. And life will give all it has to you.
By Norman Vincent Peale: “Positive Thinking Every Day” (6 December 1993)
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Norman Vincent Peale was born 31 May 1898 in Bowersville, Ohio, United States of America. He became a Christian minister in the Reformed Church in America, a professional speaker, a progenitor of ‘positive thinking,’ and a writer. He is known as the author of the book, “The Power of Positive Thinking” (1952). Norman Vincent Peale passed on at 95 years of age on 24 December 1993 in Prawling, New York, United States of America.
It Doesn’t Pay To Fret
My Dear -
When you go out to take a skate
Upon the slippery ice,
Remember, dear old running mate,
And heed a friend’s advice.
Don’t skate too far without a breath;
Don’t try too great a speed;
Or you may skate yourself to death,
Of which there is no need.
Just strike out with an easy stroke;
Just take a moderate gait;
Don’t go too fast, yet do not poke;
Don’t hurry, neither wait.
Just try to take things as they are.
Don’t fret about the weather.
You’ll live as long - please don’t forget -
By cutting out the worry.
It’s useless, quite, to fume and fret,
And just as bad to hurry.
By William Henry Dawson
William Henry Dawson, also known as W. H. Dawson, was born in 1853. He became a poet. He is known as the author of the book, “Sunshine of Hope, and Other Poems” (1910). William Henry Dawson passed on at about 75 years of age in 1928.
My Dear -
When you go out to take a skate
Upon the slippery ice,
Remember, dear old running mate,
And heed a friend’s advice.
Don’t skate too far without a breath;
Don’t try too great a speed;
Or you may skate yourself to death,
Of which there is no need.
Just strike out with an easy stroke;
Just take a moderate gait;
Don’t go too fast, yet do not poke;
Don’t hurry, neither wait.
Just try to take things as they are.
Don’t fret about the weather.
You’ll live as long - please don’t forget -
By cutting out the worry.
It’s useless, quite, to fume and fret,
And just as bad to hurry.
By William Henry Dawson
William Henry Dawson, also known as W. H. Dawson, was born in 1853. He became a poet. He is known as the author of the book, “Sunshine of Hope, and Other Poems” (1910). William Henry Dawson passed on at about 75 years of age in 1928.
Today
I’ve shut the door on yesterday -
Its sorrows and mistakes;
I’ve locked within its gloomy walls
Past failures and heartaches.
And now I throw the key away
To seek another room,
And furnish it with hope and smiles,
And every spring-time bloom.
No thought shall enter this abode
That has a hint of pain,
And envy, malice, and distrust
Shall never entrance gain.
I’ve shut the door on yesterday
And thrown the key away, -
Tomorrow holds no fear for me,
Since I have found today.
By Vivian Yeiser Laramore: as published in “Leslie’s Weekly” (October 1919)
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Vivian Laramore Rader was born as Vivian K. Yeiser on 16 November 1892 in Saint Louis, Missouri, United States of America, as the daughter of William Charter Yeiser and Carrie Blaine Yeiser. She took an interest in poetry, and became the editor of her high school’s literary magazine, the “Oracle,” in which she had some of her first poems published. In April 1912, she married Robert Eugene Larimore, and the couple eventually moved to the state of Florida, where Vivian taught poetry writing both at Barry College and to small classes at her home. She was appointed poet laureate of Florida on 13 October 1931 and held the position for the rest of her life. Her first book of poetry was “Poems” (1924), and others include “Green Acres” (1926), “Flamingo” (1932), and “Ode to Life” (1967). Her husband Robert Eugene Laramore passed on in 1936. In 1946, Vivian married Paul Carlton Rader. Vivian Laramore Rader passed on at 83 years of age on 20 December 1975.
I’ve shut the door on yesterday -
Its sorrows and mistakes;
I’ve locked within its gloomy walls
Past failures and heartaches.
And now I throw the key away
To seek another room,
And furnish it with hope and smiles,
And every spring-time bloom.
No thought shall enter this abode
That has a hint of pain,
And envy, malice, and distrust
Shall never entrance gain.
I’ve shut the door on yesterday
And thrown the key away, -
Tomorrow holds no fear for me,
Since I have found today.
By Vivian Yeiser Laramore: as published in “Leslie’s Weekly” (October 1919)
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Vivian Laramore Rader was born as Vivian K. Yeiser on 16 November 1892 in Saint Louis, Missouri, United States of America, as the daughter of William Charter Yeiser and Carrie Blaine Yeiser. She took an interest in poetry, and became the editor of her high school’s literary magazine, the “Oracle,” in which she had some of her first poems published. In April 1912, she married Robert Eugene Larimore, and the couple eventually moved to the state of Florida, where Vivian taught poetry writing both at Barry College and to small classes at her home. She was appointed poet laureate of Florida on 13 October 1931 and held the position for the rest of her life. Her first book of poetry was “Poems” (1924), and others include “Green Acres” (1926), “Flamingo” (1932), and “Ode to Life” (1967). Her husband Robert Eugene Laramore passed on in 1936. In 1946, Vivian married Paul Carlton Rader. Vivian Laramore Rader passed on at 83 years of age on 20 December 1975.
Growing Smiles
A smile is quite a funny thing,
It wrinkles up your face,
And when it’s gone, you never find
Its secret hiding place . . .
But far more wonderful it is
To see what smiles can do;
You smile at one, he smiles at you,
And so one smile makes two.
He smiles at someone since you smiled,
And then that one smiles back;
And that one smiles, until in truth
You fail in keeping track.
Now since a smile can do great good
By cheering hearts of care,
Let’s smile and smile, and not forget
That smiles go everywhere.
By Author Unknown
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A smile is quite a funny thing,
It wrinkles up your face,
And when it’s gone, you never find
Its secret hiding place . . .
But far more wonderful it is
To see what smiles can do;
You smile at one, he smiles at you,
And so one smile makes two.
He smiles at someone since you smiled,
And then that one smiles back;
And that one smiles, until in truth
You fail in keeping track.
Now since a smile can do great good
By cheering hearts of care,
Let’s smile and smile, and not forget
That smiles go everywhere.
By Author Unknown
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Twelve Priceless Qualities Of Success
1. The value of time.
2. The success of perseverance.
3. The pleasure of working.
4. The dignity of simplicity.
5. The worth of character.
6. The power of kindness.
7. The influence of example.
8. The obligation of duty.
9. The wisdom of economy.
10. The virtue of patience.
11. The improvement of talent.
12. The joy of originating.
By Marshall Field
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Marshall Field was born in 1834. He was an American entrepreneur and the founder of Marshall Field and Company, the Chicago-based department stores. His business was renowned for its then-exceptional level of quality and customer service. Field is also known for some of his philanthropic donations, providing funding for the Field Museum of Natural History and donating land for the campus of the University of Chicago. Marshall Field passed on in 1906.
1. The value of time.
2. The success of perseverance.
3. The pleasure of working.
4. The dignity of simplicity.
5. The worth of character.
6. The power of kindness.
7. The influence of example.
8. The obligation of duty.
9. The wisdom of economy.
10. The virtue of patience.
11. The improvement of talent.
12. The joy of originating.
By Marshall Field
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Marshall Field was born in 1834. He was an American entrepreneur and the founder of Marshall Field and Company, the Chicago-based department stores. His business was renowned for its then-exceptional level of quality and customer service. Field is also known for some of his philanthropic donations, providing funding for the Field Museum of Natural History and donating land for the campus of the University of Chicago. Marshall Field passed on in 1906.
Little Ways To Happiness
The little ways to happiness
Are not so hard to find;
They may not lead to starry heights
But to a tranquil mind.
A peeping flower, an open book,
A song of cheer, or word of praise;
The Sun’s bright smile, the zephyr’s* kiss,
Are signposts to the happy ways.
The touch of love or sympathy,
A friendly hand to grasp,
Or sharing thoughts with one more dear
In understanding clasp;
The laughter of a child at play,
Or trusting doggy eyes;
Life shows us every day some joy
That any one of us might prize.
By Nora M. Carter
*zephyr: a soft, gentle breeze
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The little ways to happiness
Are not so hard to find;
They may not lead to starry heights
But to a tranquil mind.
A peeping flower, an open book,
A song of cheer, or word of praise;
The Sun’s bright smile, the zephyr’s* kiss,
Are signposts to the happy ways.
The touch of love or sympathy,
A friendly hand to grasp,
Or sharing thoughts with one more dear
In understanding clasp;
The laughter of a child at play,
Or trusting doggy eyes;
Life shows us every day some joy
That any one of us might prize.
By Nora M. Carter
*zephyr: a soft, gentle breeze
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Recipe From The Garden Of Daily Living
Plant three rows of peas:
1. Peas of mind.
2. Peas of heart.
3. Peas of soul.
Plant four rows of squash:
1. Squash gossip.
2. Squash indifference.
3. Squash grumbling.
4. Squash selfishness.
Plant four rows of lettuce:
1. Lettuce be faithful.
2. Lettuce be kind.
3. Lettuce be patient.
4. Lettuce really love one another.
No garden is without turnips:
1. Turnip for meetings.
2. Turnip for service.
3. Turnip to help one another.
To complete our garden, we must have thyme:
1. Thyme for each other.
2. Thyme for family.
3. Thyme for friends.
Water freely with patience and cultivate with love. There is much fruit in your garden because as you sow so shall you reap.
By Author Unknown
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Plant three rows of peas:
1. Peas of mind.
2. Peas of heart.
3. Peas of soul.
Plant four rows of squash:
1. Squash gossip.
2. Squash indifference.
3. Squash grumbling.
4. Squash selfishness.
Plant four rows of lettuce:
1. Lettuce be faithful.
2. Lettuce be kind.
3. Lettuce be patient.
4. Lettuce really love one another.
No garden is without turnips:
1. Turnip for meetings.
2. Turnip for service.
3. Turnip to help one another.
To complete our garden, we must have thyme:
1. Thyme for each other.
2. Thyme for family.
3. Thyme for friends.
Water freely with patience and cultivate with love. There is much fruit in your garden because as you sow so shall you reap.
By Author Unknown
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Anything Is Possible
Anything is possible,
If you think it is worthwhile
If you’re willing to go the distance,
To go the extra mile.
With determination and effort,
You can often achieve more
Because you don’t always get what you wish,
But what you work for.
Dreams can become challenging,
But no matter what the cost
Strive to complete the task before you,
And you’ll never end up lost.
So bring with you your goals,
And leave your doubts behind
Whether you think you can or can’t,
You certainly will find
You’ll be right either way -
So never quit, and this is why:
You’ll never become a failure,
Until you fail to try.
By Melissa Underwood
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Anything is possible,
If you think it is worthwhile
If you’re willing to go the distance,
To go the extra mile.
With determination and effort,
You can often achieve more
Because you don’t always get what you wish,
But what you work for.
Dreams can become challenging,
But no matter what the cost
Strive to complete the task before you,
And you’ll never end up lost.
So bring with you your goals,
And leave your doubts behind
Whether you think you can or can’t,
You certainly will find
You’ll be right either way -
So never quit, and this is why:
You’ll never become a failure,
Until you fail to try.
By Melissa Underwood
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What To Count
Don’t count how many years
you’ve spent,
Just count the good
you’ve done;
The times you’ve lent
a helping hand,
The friends that you have won.
Count your deeds of kindness,
The smiles, not the tears;
Count all the pleasures
that you’ve had,
But never count the years.
By Emilie Barnes
Emilie Barnes was born as Emilie Klein on 12 April 1938 in Encino, California, United States of America. She was married to Bob Barnes. She became a writer and a lecturer, and is remembered as the author of more than 80 books, including “More Hours in My Day” (28 January 1989) and “If Teacups Could Talk” (1 October 1994). Emilie Barnes passed on at 78 years of age on 31 August 2016 in Newport Beach, California, United States of America.
Don’t count how many years
you’ve spent,
Just count the good
you’ve done;
The times you’ve lent
a helping hand,
The friends that you have won.
Count your deeds of kindness,
The smiles, not the tears;
Count all the pleasures
that you’ve had,
But never count the years.
By Emilie Barnes
Emilie Barnes was born as Emilie Klein on 12 April 1938 in Encino, California, United States of America. She was married to Bob Barnes. She became a writer and a lecturer, and is remembered as the author of more than 80 books, including “More Hours in My Day” (28 January 1989) and “If Teacups Could Talk” (1 October 1994). Emilie Barnes passed on at 78 years of age on 31 August 2016 in Newport Beach, California, United States of America.
The Value Of A Smile
A smile costs nothing, but creates much.
A smile enriches those who receive without impoverishing those who give.
A smile happens in a flash and the memory of it sometimes lasts forever.
None are so rich they can get along without a smile, and none so poor but are richer for its benefits.
A smile creates happiness in the home, fosters good will in a business, and is the countersign of friends.
A smile is rest to the weary, daylight to the discouraged, sunshine to the sad, and nature’s best antidote for trouble.
Yet a smile cannot be bought, begged, borrowed, or stolen; for it is something that is no earthly good to anybody ‘til it is given away.
For nobody needs a smile so much as those who have none left to give.
By Frank Irving Fletcher: advertisement for Oppenheim, Collins, & Company
Frank Irving Fletcher was born on 5 June 1881 in Yorkshire, England and baptized into the Episcopal Church. He immigrated to the United States of America in about 1902 in response to an advertisement for a job, but when he arrived, the job had long since been taken. He stayed in America, and eventually started working in advertising in 1911. He went on to become a successful freelance copywriter of advertising for leading specialty retail shops in New York City, including Saks & Company (later Saks Fifth Avenue), where he was the Advertising Manager. His autobiography is titled “Lucid Interval: Confessions of a Custodian of the Convictions of Others” (1938). Frank Irving Fletcher passed on at 82 years of age 26 June 1963 in New York City, New York, United States of America.
A smile costs nothing, but creates much.
A smile enriches those who receive without impoverishing those who give.
A smile happens in a flash and the memory of it sometimes lasts forever.
None are so rich they can get along without a smile, and none so poor but are richer for its benefits.
A smile creates happiness in the home, fosters good will in a business, and is the countersign of friends.
A smile is rest to the weary, daylight to the discouraged, sunshine to the sad, and nature’s best antidote for trouble.
Yet a smile cannot be bought, begged, borrowed, or stolen; for it is something that is no earthly good to anybody ‘til it is given away.
For nobody needs a smile so much as those who have none left to give.
By Frank Irving Fletcher: advertisement for Oppenheim, Collins, & Company
Frank Irving Fletcher was born on 5 June 1881 in Yorkshire, England and baptized into the Episcopal Church. He immigrated to the United States of America in about 1902 in response to an advertisement for a job, but when he arrived, the job had long since been taken. He stayed in America, and eventually started working in advertising in 1911. He went on to become a successful freelance copywriter of advertising for leading specialty retail shops in New York City, including Saks & Company (later Saks Fifth Avenue), where he was the Advertising Manager. His autobiography is titled “Lucid Interval: Confessions of a Custodian of the Convictions of Others” (1938). Frank Irving Fletcher passed on at 82 years of age 26 June 1963 in New York City, New York, United States of America.
Allow Your Own Inner Light To Guide You
There comes a time when you must stand alone.
You must feel confident enough within yourself to follow your own dreams.
You must be willing to make sacrifices.
You must be capable of changing and rearranging your priorities so that your final goal can be achieved.
Sometimes familiarity and comfort need to be challenged.
There are times when you must take a few extra chances and create your own realities.
Be strong enough to at least try to make your life better.
Be confident enough that you won’t settle for a compromise just to get by.
Appreciate yourself by allowing yourself the opportunities to grow, develop, and find your true sense of purpose in this life.
Don’t stand in someone else’s shadow when it’s your sunlight that should lead the way.
By Author Unknown
You must feel confident enough within yourself to follow your own dreams.
You must be willing to make sacrifices.
You must be capable of changing and rearranging your priorities so that your final goal can be achieved.
Sometimes familiarity and comfort need to be challenged.
There are times when you must take a few extra chances and create your own realities.
Be strong enough to at least try to make your life better.
Be confident enough that you won’t settle for a compromise just to get by.
Appreciate yourself by allowing yourself the opportunities to grow, develop, and find your true sense of purpose in this life.
Don’t stand in someone else’s shadow when it’s your sunlight that should lead the way.
By Author Unknown
A Smile
It comforts the weary, gladdens the sad,
consoles those in trouble, good or bad.
To rich and poor, beggar or thief,
it’s free to all of any belief.
A natural gesture of young and old,
cheers on the faint, disarms the bold.
Unlike most blessings for which we pray,
it’s the only thing we keep when we give it away.
By Author Unknown
It comforts the weary, gladdens the sad,
consoles those in trouble, good or bad.
To rich and poor, beggar or thief,
it’s free to all of any belief.
A natural gesture of young and old,
cheers on the faint, disarms the bold.
Unlike most blessings for which we pray,
it’s the only thing we keep when we give it away.
By Author Unknown
Beginning Today . . .
Today
look in the mirror
and notice
that the person
who greets you
is beautiful,
inside and out.
Today
say to yourself that
you know nothing is
impossible.
Remind yourself that
every one of your dreams
is within reach.
Today
think about all of
the people who love you,
who see the beauty in you,
and begin to look at yourself
in the same way.
By Lise Schlosser
Lise Mae Schlosser was a doctoral student in the English Department at Northern Illinois University, Illinois, United States of America, when she wrote the above poem. Her poetry has since appeared in various publications, including “Eureka Literary Magazine,” “The Ever Dancing Muse,” “Towers,” and most recently in “Fine Lines Literary Magazine.”
Today
look in the mirror
and notice
that the person
who greets you
is beautiful,
inside and out.
Today
say to yourself that
you know nothing is
impossible.
Remind yourself that
every one of your dreams
is within reach.
Today
think about all of
the people who love you,
who see the beauty in you,
and begin to look at yourself
in the same way.
By Lise Schlosser
Lise Mae Schlosser was a doctoral student in the English Department at Northern Illinois University, Illinois, United States of America, when she wrote the above poem. Her poetry has since appeared in various publications, including “Eureka Literary Magazine,” “The Ever Dancing Muse,” “Towers,” and most recently in “Fine Lines Literary Magazine.”
Doing Nothing
The hardest job I’ve ever tried,
In Summer, Winter, Spring, or Fall,
Whether alone or by the side
Of helpers - matters not at all -
Is doing nothing.
Just think of having not a thing
On earth to busy hand or brain.
I know not of a sharper sting,
Nor one ’twould give me keener pain
Than doing nothing.
Just eat and sleep and mope around;
No good deed done, no kind word said,
No darkened corner sought or found,
Where sunshine might with ease be shed -
Just doing nothing.
Kind Fate, spare me from such a lot.
I’d sooner, far, be numbered with
The silent sleepers in some spot
Where naught is known of kin or kith,
Than doing nothing.
By William Henry Dawson
William Henry Dawson, also known as W. H. Dawson, was born in 1853. He became a poet. He is the author of the book, “Sunshine of Hope, and Other Poems” (1910). William Henry Dawson passed on at about 75 years of age in 1928.
The hardest job I’ve ever tried,
In Summer, Winter, Spring, or Fall,
Whether alone or by the side
Of helpers - matters not at all -
Is doing nothing.
Just think of having not a thing
On earth to busy hand or brain.
I know not of a sharper sting,
Nor one ’twould give me keener pain
Than doing nothing.
Just eat and sleep and mope around;
No good deed done, no kind word said,
No darkened corner sought or found,
Where sunshine might with ease be shed -
Just doing nothing.
Kind Fate, spare me from such a lot.
I’d sooner, far, be numbered with
The silent sleepers in some spot
Where naught is known of kin or kith,
Than doing nothing.
By William Henry Dawson
William Henry Dawson, also known as W. H. Dawson, was born in 1853. He became a poet. He is the author of the book, “Sunshine of Hope, and Other Poems” (1910). William Henry Dawson passed on at about 75 years of age in 1928.
This Is Our Purpose
To make as meaningful as possible
this life that has been bestowed upon us;
To live in such a way
that we may be proud of ourselves;
To act in such a way
that some part of us lives on.
By Oswald Spengler
Oswald Arnold Gottfried Spengler was born on 29 May 1880 in Blankenburg, Duchy of Brunswick, German Empire. He became a historian, a philosopher, and a political writer. He is known for the book, “Der Untergang des Abendlandes” (1922) (English: “The Decline of the West” (1928)). Oswald Arnold Gottfried Spengler passed on at 55 years of age on 8 May 1936 in Munich, Bavaria, Germany.
To make as meaningful as possible
this life that has been bestowed upon us;
To live in such a way
that we may be proud of ourselves;
To act in such a way
that some part of us lives on.
By Oswald Spengler
Oswald Arnold Gottfried Spengler was born on 29 May 1880 in Blankenburg, Duchy of Brunswick, German Empire. He became a historian, a philosopher, and a political writer. He is known for the book, “Der Untergang des Abendlandes” (1922) (English: “The Decline of the West” (1928)). Oswald Arnold Gottfried Spengler passed on at 55 years of age on 8 May 1936 in Munich, Bavaria, Germany.
Hold Fast To Dreams
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
By Langston Hughes: “Dreams” (1929)
James Mercer ‘Langston’ Hughes was born on 1 February 1902 in Joplin, Missouri, United States of America. He became a poet, a novelist, a columnist, and an editor. James Mercer ‘Langston’ Hughes passed on at 65 years of age on 22 May 1967 in New York City, New York, United States of America.
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
By Langston Hughes: “Dreams” (1929)
James Mercer ‘Langston’ Hughes was born on 1 February 1902 in Joplin, Missouri, United States of America. He became a poet, a novelist, a columnist, and an editor. James Mercer ‘Langston’ Hughes passed on at 65 years of age on 22 May 1967 in New York City, New York, United States of America.
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Reaching Your Dreams Takes Courage
Courage is admitting that you’re
Afraid and facing that fear directly.
It’s being strong enough to ask for help
And humble enough to accept it.
Courage is standing up for what you
Believe in without worrying about the
Opinions of others.
It’s following your own heart,
Living your own life,
And settling for nothing less than
The best for yourself.
Courage is daring to take a first
Step, a big leap, or a different path.
It’s attempting to do something that
No one has done before, and
All others thought impossible.
Courage is keeping heart in the face
Of disappointment, and looking at defeat
Not as an end but as a new beginning.
It believes that things will ultimately
Get better even as they get worse.
Courage is being responsible for your
Own actions, and admitting your own
Mistakes without placing blame on
Others. It’s relying not on others for
Your success, but on your own skills
And efforts.
Courage is refusing to quit even when
You’re intimidated by impossibility.
It’s choosing a goal, sticking with it,
And finding solutions to the problems.
Courage is thinking big, aiming high,
And shooting far. It’s taking a dream
And doing anything, risking everything,
And stopping at nothing
To make it a reality . . .
By Caroline Kent
Courage is admitting that you’re
Afraid and facing that fear directly.
It’s being strong enough to ask for help
And humble enough to accept it.
Courage is standing up for what you
Believe in without worrying about the
Opinions of others.
It’s following your own heart,
Living your own life,
And settling for nothing less than
The best for yourself.
Courage is daring to take a first
Step, a big leap, or a different path.
It’s attempting to do something that
No one has done before, and
All others thought impossible.
Courage is keeping heart in the face
Of disappointment, and looking at defeat
Not as an end but as a new beginning.
It believes that things will ultimately
Get better even as they get worse.
Courage is being responsible for your
Own actions, and admitting your own
Mistakes without placing blame on
Others. It’s relying not on others for
Your success, but on your own skills
And efforts.
Courage is refusing to quit even when
You’re intimidated by impossibility.
It’s choosing a goal, sticking with it,
And finding solutions to the problems.
Courage is thinking big, aiming high,
And shooting far. It’s taking a dream
And doing anything, risking everything,
And stopping at nothing
To make it a reality . . .
By Caroline Kent
Set Yourself Free
Set yourself free from anything that might hinder you in becoming the person you want to be. Free yourself from the uncertainties about your abilities or the worth of your dreams, from the fears that you may not be able to achieve them, or that they won’t be what you wanted.
Set yourself free from the past. The good things from yesterday are still yours in memory; the things you want to forget you will, for tomorrow is only a sunrise away. Free yourself from regret or guilt, and promise to live this day as fully as you can.
Set yourself free from the expectations of others, and never feel guilty or embarrassed if you do not live up to their standards. You are most important to yourself; live by what you feel is best and right for you. Others will come to respect your integrity and honesty.
Set yourself free to simply be yourself, and you will soar higher than you’ve ever dreamed.
By Edmund O’Neill
Set yourself free from anything that might hinder you in becoming the person you want to be. Free yourself from the uncertainties about your abilities or the worth of your dreams, from the fears that you may not be able to achieve them, or that they won’t be what you wanted.
Set yourself free from the past. The good things from yesterday are still yours in memory; the things you want to forget you will, for tomorrow is only a sunrise away. Free yourself from regret or guilt, and promise to live this day as fully as you can.
Set yourself free from the expectations of others, and never feel guilty or embarrassed if you do not live up to their standards. You are most important to yourself; live by what you feel is best and right for you. Others will come to respect your integrity and honesty.
Set yourself free to simply be yourself, and you will soar higher than you’ve ever dreamed.
By Edmund O’Neill
Smiles
Smiles! What are they for? I will tell you -
All hatred they melt into love;
They chase away sorrow and trouble,
With a gleam from the heaven above.
They make us all cheerful and happy,
Ah! whether we will or no;
Can a sunbeam be ever resisted
When it falls on a bank of snow?
We should wearily grope through the shadows
That compass this earthly life
Were it not for these flashes of brightness
That fall on us through the strife,
To reveal the fond spirits around us,
The blossoms that spring in our way;
For the world is not all so dreary
As some people choose to say.
The innocent laughter of childhood
Makes the heart of the aged to thrill;
At the sweet, merry song of the maiden
The mourner looks up and is still.
O the bright, sunny smiles of contentment
That flecker* with light our dull way!
They will change every hardship to pleasure
And the darkest night turn into day.
By Author Unknown
*flecker: a spot or streak, as in sunlight-fleckerings showing on the ground in a woods
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Smiles! What are they for? I will tell you -
All hatred they melt into love;
They chase away sorrow and trouble,
With a gleam from the heaven above.
They make us all cheerful and happy,
Ah! whether we will or no;
Can a sunbeam be ever resisted
When it falls on a bank of snow?
We should wearily grope through the shadows
That compass this earthly life
Were it not for these flashes of brightness
That fall on us through the strife,
To reveal the fond spirits around us,
The blossoms that spring in our way;
For the world is not all so dreary
As some people choose to say.
The innocent laughter of childhood
Makes the heart of the aged to thrill;
At the sweet, merry song of the maiden
The mourner looks up and is still.
O the bright, sunny smiles of contentment
That flecker* with light our dull way!
They will change every hardship to pleasure
And the darkest night turn into day.
By Author Unknown
*flecker: a spot or streak, as in sunlight-fleckerings showing on the ground in a woods
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Always Have A Dream
Forget about the days
when it’s been cloudy,
but don’t forget your hours in the sun.
Forget about the times
you’ve been defeated,
but don’t forget the victories you’ve won.
Forget about the mistakes
that you can’t change now,
but don’t forget the lessons.
Forget about the misfortunes
you’ve encountered,
but don’t forget the times
your luck has turned.
Forget about the days
when you’ve been lonely,
but don’t forget the friendly
smiles you’ve seen.
Forget about the plans
that didn’t seem to work out right,
but don’t forget to always have a dream.
By Author Unknown
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Forget about the days
when it’s been cloudy,
but don’t forget your hours in the sun.
Forget about the times
you’ve been defeated,
but don’t forget the victories you’ve won.
Forget about the mistakes
that you can’t change now,
but don’t forget the lessons.
Forget about the misfortunes
you’ve encountered,
but don’t forget the times
your luck has turned.
Forget about the days
when you’ve been lonely,
but don’t forget the friendly
smiles you’ve seen.
Forget about the plans
that didn’t seem to work out right,
but don’t forget to always have a dream.
By Author Unknown
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The Things That Haven’t Been Done Before
The things that haven’t been done before,
Those are the things to try;
Columbus dreamed of an unknown shore
At the rim of the far-flung sky,
And his heart was bold and his faith was strong
As he ventured in dangers new,
And he paid no heed to the jeering throng
Or the fears of the doubting crew.
The many will follow the beaten track
With guideposts on the way,
They live and have lived for ages back
With a chart for every day.
Someone has told them it’s safe to go
On the road he has traveled o’er,
And all that they ever strive to know
Are the things that were known before.
A few strike out, without map or chart,
Where never a man has been,
From the beaten paths they draw apart
To see what no man has seen.
There are deeds they hunger alone to do;
Though battered and bruised and sore,
They blaze the path for the many, who
Do nothing not done before.
The things that haven’t been done before
Are the tasks worth while to-day;
Are you one of the flock that follows, or
Are you one that shall lead the way?
Are you one of the timid souls that quail
At the jeers of a doubting crew,
Or dare you, whether you win or fail,
Strike out for a goal that’s new?
By Edgar A. Guest (1927)
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The things that haven’t been done before,
Those are the things to try;
Columbus dreamed of an unknown shore
At the rim of the far-flung sky,
And his heart was bold and his faith was strong
As he ventured in dangers new,
And he paid no heed to the jeering throng
Or the fears of the doubting crew.
The many will follow the beaten track
With guideposts on the way,
They live and have lived for ages back
With a chart for every day.
Someone has told them it’s safe to go
On the road he has traveled o’er,
And all that they ever strive to know
Are the things that were known before.
A few strike out, without map or chart,
Where never a man has been,
From the beaten paths they draw apart
To see what no man has seen.
There are deeds they hunger alone to do;
Though battered and bruised and sore,
They blaze the path for the many, who
Do nothing not done before.
The things that haven’t been done before
Are the tasks worth while to-day;
Are you one of the flock that follows, or
Are you one that shall lead the way?
Are you one of the timid souls that quail
At the jeers of a doubting crew,
Or dare you, whether you win or fail,
Strike out for a goal that’s new?
By Edgar A. Guest (1927)
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Seeds Of Kindness
Scatter seeds of kindness,
Everywhere you go;
Scatter bits of courtesy,
Watch them grow and grow.
Gather buds of friendship,
Keep them till full-blown;
You will have more happiness,
Than you have ever known.
Gather every bit of love,
All that you can find;
With it bind the broken hearts,
For love heals all mankind.
By Amy R. Raabe
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Scatter seeds of kindness,
Everywhere you go;
Scatter bits of courtesy,
Watch them grow and grow.
Gather buds of friendship,
Keep them till full-blown;
You will have more happiness,
Than you have ever known.
Gather every bit of love,
All that you can find;
With it bind the broken hearts,
For love heals all mankind.
By Amy R. Raabe
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Gardens Of The Heart
The toys and blocks with which we play,
Are houses, lands, and gold;
Their values quickly pass away,
As does a tale that’s told.
But kindly gracious deeds abide,
Their wealth will not depart;
Their flowers of joy are multiplied,
In gardens of the heart.
By Charles Russell Wakeley
Charles Russell Wakeley is known as the author of “The Life Triumphant: And Other Poems” (1911) and “Brothers All: And Other Poems” (1946).
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The toys and blocks with which we play,
Are houses, lands, and gold;
Their values quickly pass away,
As does a tale that’s told.
But kindly gracious deeds abide,
Their wealth will not depart;
Their flowers of joy are multiplied,
In gardens of the heart.
By Charles Russell Wakeley
Charles Russell Wakeley is known as the author of “The Life Triumphant: And Other Poems” (1911) and “Brothers All: And Other Poems” (1946).
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A Creed To Live By
Don’t undermine your worth by comparing yourself to others. It is because we are different that each of us is special.
Don’t set your goals by what other people deem important. Only you know what is best for you.
Don’t take for granted the things closest to your heart. Cling to them as you would your life, for without them life is meaningless.
Don’t let life slip through your fingers by living in the past or for the future. By living your life one day at a time, you live up all the days of your life.
Don’t give up when you still have something left to give. Nothing is really over till the moment you stop trying.
Don’t be afraid to admit that you are less than perfect. It is this fragile thread that binds us together.
Don’t be afraid to encounter risks. It is by taking chances, that we learn to be brave.
Don’t shut love out of your life by saying it’s impossible to find. The quickest way to receive love is to give love; the fastest way to lose love is to hold it too tightly; and the best way to keep love is to give it wings.
Don’t dismiss your dreams. To be without dreams is to be without hope; to be without hope is to be without purpose.
Don’t run through life so fast that you forget not only where you’ve been, but also where you are going. Life is not a race, but a journey to be savored every step of the way.
By Nancye Sims
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Don’t undermine your worth by comparing yourself to others. It is because we are different that each of us is special.
Don’t set your goals by what other people deem important. Only you know what is best for you.
Don’t take for granted the things closest to your heart. Cling to them as you would your life, for without them life is meaningless.
Don’t let life slip through your fingers by living in the past or for the future. By living your life one day at a time, you live up all the days of your life.
Don’t give up when you still have something left to give. Nothing is really over till the moment you stop trying.
Don’t be afraid to admit that you are less than perfect. It is this fragile thread that binds us together.
Don’t be afraid to encounter risks. It is by taking chances, that we learn to be brave.
Don’t shut love out of your life by saying it’s impossible to find. The quickest way to receive love is to give love; the fastest way to lose love is to hold it too tightly; and the best way to keep love is to give it wings.
Don’t dismiss your dreams. To be without dreams is to be without hope; to be without hope is to be without purpose.
Don’t run through life so fast that you forget not only where you’ve been, but also where you are going. Life is not a race, but a journey to be savored every step of the way.
By Nancye Sims
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An Hour A Day For A Year
“Only an hour a day!” That does not seem much; it hardly seems worth mentioning.
But let us consider a little. An hour a day may mean more than we think. In a year it represents three hundred and sixty-five hours, and, allowing sixteen hours for a waking day, three hundred and sixty-five hours gives nearly twenty-three days - waking days, too, which is worth taking note of, not days one third of which is spent in necessary sleep.
Now, time is a possession to be parted with for something else; indeed, it forms a large part of the capital with which we trade. We give it and labor, and in exchange get education, money, dexterity, and almost all other things of value. To be watchful of time, then, is wise economy. A person who had astonished many by his achievements was once asked how he had contrived to do so much.
“The year,” he replied, “has three hundred and sixty-five days, or eight thousand seven hundred and sixty hours. In so many hours great things may be done; the slow tortoise makes a long journey by losing no time.”
Just think what an hour’s reading daily would amount to in a year. You can read easily a page of an ordinary youth’s paper in twenty minutes, and at that rate could get through, in three hundred and sixty-five hours, no fewer than one thousand and ninety-five pages. And suppose the matter were printed in small pages, of, say, three hundred words apiece, your daily reading for one hour would in a year cover something like twelve thousand pages.
As to the books in which the year’s reading is to be found, let everyone take his choice, remembering that people are known by the company they keep, and that to lead a noble life one should associate as much as possible with the noble.
Instead of reading, suppose one took to writing: an hour a day would then produce quite as remarkable results. Even the short rule of “no day without a line,” has resulted in the production of volumes - we might say almost of libraries.
What results may, indeed, be arrived at by an hour’s daily industry in anything! “An hour in every day,” says a writer, “withdrawn from frivolous pursuits, would, if properly employed, enable a person of ordinary capacity to go far toward mastering a science. It would make an ignorant man a well-informed one in less than ten years.”
Of course, the hour’s work must not be done listlessly. “Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might.” (“The Bible” (Authorized King James Version (1611)), ‘Ecclesiastes,’ chapter 9, verse 10). It is an advantage, too, to work at intervals instead of a long period at a time. We come to the work fresher, and in better condition to do it justice. When working hours come together, the best work is usually done during the first hour; after that even the most energetic fall off.
In music, an hour’s practicing every day will carry one far in a year. But remember that practicing must be gone through with strict attention. An hour with strict attention is worth more than three hours with carelessness; and if a girl who wants to get on has only one hour to spare each day, she must be to herself a very exacting music master.
It is wise to spend an hour a day in exercise. In an hour one can, without making too great haste, walk three miles. At this rate, a year’s walking represents over a thousand miles. Relaxation is essential to keep up the spirit and prevent life from becoming monotonous, as if one were sentenced to perpetual treadmill. Recreation is necessary, and the pursuit of pleasure is sometimes a duty.
If we had but an hour a day to spare, what would be the best conceivable use to put it to? The best use, perhaps, would be to sit down and think. Suppose we came every day to a full stop for an hour, and thought: “What am I doing? What is to be the end of all this busy life for me? How may I so act that when I go out of the world, it will be the better for my having been in it?” This thinking and planning would make us better characters altogether, would prepare us to face the future, ready for anything that might happen, and would fit us for coming duties. An hour a day spent thus would be a bright streak running through the year.
You say it is easy to talk about devoting an hour a day to anything, and easy to make a start, but very difficult to keep it up. True enough, but there is no end of wonders that can be wrought by the exercise of the human will.
“We all sorely complain,” says Seneca, “of the shortness of time. And yet we have much more than we know what to do with. Our lives are either spent in doing nothing at all, or in doing nothing that we ought to do. We are always complaining that our days are few, and acting as if there would be no end to them.”
An hour a day for a year squandered in idleness or in foolish pursuits means the sacrifice of all the advantages just mentioned. And anyone who keeps up idleness or folly for a year, usually ends in having a lifetime of it.
By Author Unknown
“Only an hour a day!” That does not seem much; it hardly seems worth mentioning.
But let us consider a little. An hour a day may mean more than we think. In a year it represents three hundred and sixty-five hours, and, allowing sixteen hours for a waking day, three hundred and sixty-five hours gives nearly twenty-three days - waking days, too, which is worth taking note of, not days one third of which is spent in necessary sleep.
Now, time is a possession to be parted with for something else; indeed, it forms a large part of the capital with which we trade. We give it and labor, and in exchange get education, money, dexterity, and almost all other things of value. To be watchful of time, then, is wise economy. A person who had astonished many by his achievements was once asked how he had contrived to do so much.
“The year,” he replied, “has three hundred and sixty-five days, or eight thousand seven hundred and sixty hours. In so many hours great things may be done; the slow tortoise makes a long journey by losing no time.”
Just think what an hour’s reading daily would amount to in a year. You can read easily a page of an ordinary youth’s paper in twenty minutes, and at that rate could get through, in three hundred and sixty-five hours, no fewer than one thousand and ninety-five pages. And suppose the matter were printed in small pages, of, say, three hundred words apiece, your daily reading for one hour would in a year cover something like twelve thousand pages.
As to the books in which the year’s reading is to be found, let everyone take his choice, remembering that people are known by the company they keep, and that to lead a noble life one should associate as much as possible with the noble.
Instead of reading, suppose one took to writing: an hour a day would then produce quite as remarkable results. Even the short rule of “no day without a line,” has resulted in the production of volumes - we might say almost of libraries.
What results may, indeed, be arrived at by an hour’s daily industry in anything! “An hour in every day,” says a writer, “withdrawn from frivolous pursuits, would, if properly employed, enable a person of ordinary capacity to go far toward mastering a science. It would make an ignorant man a well-informed one in less than ten years.”
Of course, the hour’s work must not be done listlessly. “Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might.” (“The Bible” (Authorized King James Version (1611)), ‘Ecclesiastes,’ chapter 9, verse 10). It is an advantage, too, to work at intervals instead of a long period at a time. We come to the work fresher, and in better condition to do it justice. When working hours come together, the best work is usually done during the first hour; after that even the most energetic fall off.
In music, an hour’s practicing every day will carry one far in a year. But remember that practicing must be gone through with strict attention. An hour with strict attention is worth more than three hours with carelessness; and if a girl who wants to get on has only one hour to spare each day, she must be to herself a very exacting music master.
It is wise to spend an hour a day in exercise. In an hour one can, without making too great haste, walk three miles. At this rate, a year’s walking represents over a thousand miles. Relaxation is essential to keep up the spirit and prevent life from becoming monotonous, as if one were sentenced to perpetual treadmill. Recreation is necessary, and the pursuit of pleasure is sometimes a duty.
If we had but an hour a day to spare, what would be the best conceivable use to put it to? The best use, perhaps, would be to sit down and think. Suppose we came every day to a full stop for an hour, and thought: “What am I doing? What is to be the end of all this busy life for me? How may I so act that when I go out of the world, it will be the better for my having been in it?” This thinking and planning would make us better characters altogether, would prepare us to face the future, ready for anything that might happen, and would fit us for coming duties. An hour a day spent thus would be a bright streak running through the year.
You say it is easy to talk about devoting an hour a day to anything, and easy to make a start, but very difficult to keep it up. True enough, but there is no end of wonders that can be wrought by the exercise of the human will.
“We all sorely complain,” says Seneca, “of the shortness of time. And yet we have much more than we know what to do with. Our lives are either spent in doing nothing at all, or in doing nothing that we ought to do. We are always complaining that our days are few, and acting as if there would be no end to them.”
An hour a day for a year squandered in idleness or in foolish pursuits means the sacrifice of all the advantages just mentioned. And anyone who keeps up idleness or folly for a year, usually ends in having a lifetime of it.
By Author Unknown
Suppose you were to take a kitchen timer or a stopwatch, set it for an hour’s length of time before the beep or buzz or click would sound, and devote that time to a single purpose - and do this every day for a year. What purpose would you choose? Would you learn to play a violin? Would you study personal finance and investing? Would you write fairy tales? Would you do physical exercises? Would you learn how to write computer software code? Would you try to overcome an old bad habit and start a new good habit? Would you put together a history of your family going back generations to hand to posterity? Would you design clothing fashions? Would you build furniture? Would you make a movie? Would you design your dream home? What would you like to do?
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Saying And Doing
It isn’t the talk that will count, boys,
But the doing that springs from the talk.
To what will your walking amount, boys.
With no goal at the end of your walk?
What’s the use of a ladder set up, boys,
With the end resting only on air?
What’s the use of a nobly filled cup boys,
If no one to drink it is there?
What’s the use of a capital plan, boys,
That never is more than a scheme?
He makes a poor, scatter-brained man, boys,
That begins in his boyhood to dream.
No; talk on and plan as you will, boys,
But remember, if you would succeed.
It isn’t the talk that shows skill, boys,
But the end of the talking, - the deed!
By Author Unknown
It isn’t the talk that will count, boys,
But the doing that springs from the talk.
To what will your walking amount, boys.
With no goal at the end of your walk?
What’s the use of a ladder set up, boys,
With the end resting only on air?
What’s the use of a nobly filled cup boys,
If no one to drink it is there?
What’s the use of a capital plan, boys,
That never is more than a scheme?
He makes a poor, scatter-brained man, boys,
That begins in his boyhood to dream.
No; talk on and plan as you will, boys,
But remember, if you would succeed.
It isn’t the talk that shows skill, boys,
But the end of the talking, - the deed!
By Author Unknown
Keep A-Pluggin’ Away
I’ve a humble little motto
That is homely, though it’s true, -
Keep a-pluggin’ away.
It’s a thing when I’ve an object
That I always try to do, -
Keep a-pluggin’ away.
When you’ve rising storms to quell,
When opposing waters swell,
It will never fail to tell, -
Keep a-pluggin’ away.
If the hills are high before
And the paths are hard to climb,
Keep a-pluggin’ away.
And remember that successes
Come to him who bides his time, -
Keep a-pluggin’ away.
From the greatest to the least,
None are from the rule released.
Be thou toiler, poet, priest,
Keep a-pluggin’ away.
Delve away beneath the surface,
There is treasure farther down, -
Keep a-pluggin’ away.
Let the rain come down in torrents,
Let the threat’ning heavens frown,
Keep a-pluggin’ away.
When the clouds have rolled away,
There will come a brighter day
All your labor to repay, -
Keep a-pluggin’ away.
There’ll be lots of sneers to swallow.
There’ll be lots of pain to bear, -
Keep a-pluggin’ away.
If you’ve got your eye on Heaven,
Some bright day you’ll wake up there,
Keep a-pluggin’ away.
Perseverance still is king;
Time its sure reward will bring;
Work and wait unwearying, -
Keep a-pluggin’ away.
By Paul Laurence Dunbar
Paul Laurence Dunbar was born on 27 June 1872 in Dayton, Ohio, United States of America. He was married on 6 March 1898 to Alice Ruth Moore. He became a poet, a novelist, and a short story writer. He is known for his book of poetry, “Lyrics of a Lowly Life” (1896). Paul Laurence Dunbar passed on at 33 years of age on 9 February 1906 in Dayton, Ohio, United States of America and rests in Woodland Cemetery in Dayton, Ohio, United States of America.
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I’ve a humble little motto
That is homely, though it’s true, -
Keep a-pluggin’ away.
It’s a thing when I’ve an object
That I always try to do, -
Keep a-pluggin’ away.
When you’ve rising storms to quell,
When opposing waters swell,
It will never fail to tell, -
Keep a-pluggin’ away.
If the hills are high before
And the paths are hard to climb,
Keep a-pluggin’ away.
And remember that successes
Come to him who bides his time, -
Keep a-pluggin’ away.
From the greatest to the least,
None are from the rule released.
Be thou toiler, poet, priest,
Keep a-pluggin’ away.
Delve away beneath the surface,
There is treasure farther down, -
Keep a-pluggin’ away.
Let the rain come down in torrents,
Let the threat’ning heavens frown,
Keep a-pluggin’ away.
When the clouds have rolled away,
There will come a brighter day
All your labor to repay, -
Keep a-pluggin’ away.
There’ll be lots of sneers to swallow.
There’ll be lots of pain to bear, -
Keep a-pluggin’ away.
If you’ve got your eye on Heaven,
Some bright day you’ll wake up there,
Keep a-pluggin’ away.
Perseverance still is king;
Time its sure reward will bring;
Work and wait unwearying, -
Keep a-pluggin’ away.
By Paul Laurence Dunbar
Paul Laurence Dunbar was born on 27 June 1872 in Dayton, Ohio, United States of America. He was married on 6 March 1898 to Alice Ruth Moore. He became a poet, a novelist, and a short story writer. He is known for his book of poetry, “Lyrics of a Lowly Life” (1896). Paul Laurence Dunbar passed on at 33 years of age on 9 February 1906 in Dayton, Ohio, United States of America and rests in Woodland Cemetery in Dayton, Ohio, United States of America.
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Count Your Blessings
Count your garden by the flowers,
Never by the leaves that fall.
Count your days by garden hours,
Don’t remember clouds at all.
Count your nights by stars, not shadows.
Count your years with smiles, not tears.
Count your blessings, not your troubles.
Count your age by friends, not by years.
By Dixie Willson
Lucile Reiniger ‘Dixie’ Willson was born on 6 August 1890 in Estherville, Iowa, United States of America. A prolific creator, she became a screenwriter and a writer of children’s books, novels, short stories, magazine articles, and poems. She was also a kindergarten teacher, a vaudevillian, and a performer for the Ringling Brothers & Barnum & Bailey Circus. Lucile Reiniger ‘Dixie’ Willson passed on at 83 years of age on 6 February 1974 in Fair Haven, New Jersey, United States of America.
Count your garden by the flowers,
Never by the leaves that fall.
Count your days by garden hours,
Don’t remember clouds at all.
Count your nights by stars, not shadows.
Count your years with smiles, not tears.
Count your blessings, not your troubles.
Count your age by friends, not by years.
By Dixie Willson
Lucile Reiniger ‘Dixie’ Willson was born on 6 August 1890 in Estherville, Iowa, United States of America. A prolific creator, she became a screenwriter and a writer of children’s books, novels, short stories, magazine articles, and poems. She was also a kindergarten teacher, a vaudevillian, and a performer for the Ringling Brothers & Barnum & Bailey Circus. Lucile Reiniger ‘Dixie’ Willson passed on at 83 years of age on 6 February 1974 in Fair Haven, New Jersey, United States of America.
Always A Way To Rise
There is always a way to rise, my lad,
Always a way to advance;
But the road that leads to Mount Success
Does not pass by the way of Chance;
It goes through the stations of Work and Strive,
Through the Valley of Persevere,
And the man that succeeds while others fail
Must be willing to pay most dear.
For there is always a way to fall, my lad,
Always a way to slide,
And the men you find at the foot of the hill
All sought for an easy ride.
So on and up, though the road be rough,
And the storms come thick and fast;
There is room at the top for the fellow who tries,
And Victory comes at last.
By Author Unknown
There is always a way to rise, my lad,
Always a way to advance;
But the road that leads to Mount Success
Does not pass by the way of Chance;
It goes through the stations of Work and Strive,
Through the Valley of Persevere,
And the man that succeeds while others fail
Must be willing to pay most dear.
For there is always a way to fall, my lad,
Always a way to slide,
And the men you find at the foot of the hill
All sought for an easy ride.
So on and up, though the road be rough,
And the storms come thick and fast;
There is room at the top for the fellow who tries,
And Victory comes at last.
By Author Unknown
Sage Advice
Whenever you go out of doors, draw the chin in, carry the crown of the head high, and fill the lungs to the utmost; drink in the sunshine; greet your friends with a smile, and put soul into every hand-clasp. Do not fear being misunderstood and do not waste a minute thinking about your enemies. Try to fix firmly in your mind what you would like to do; and then, without veering of direction, you will move straight to the goal. Keep your mind on the great and splendid things you would like to do, and then, as the days go gliding by you will find yourself unconsciously seizing upon the opportunities that are required for the fulfilment of your desire, just as the coral insect takes from the running tide the elements it needs. Picture in your mind the able, earnest, useful person you desire to be, and the thought you hold is hourly transforming you into that particular individual . . . Thought is supreme. Preserve a right mental attitude - the attitude of courage, frankness, and good cheer. To think rightly is to create. All things come through desire, and every sincere prayer is answered. We become like that on which our hearts are fixed.
By Elbert Hubbard
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Whenever you go out of doors, draw the chin in, carry the crown of the head high, and fill the lungs to the utmost; drink in the sunshine; greet your friends with a smile, and put soul into every hand-clasp. Do not fear being misunderstood and do not waste a minute thinking about your enemies. Try to fix firmly in your mind what you would like to do; and then, without veering of direction, you will move straight to the goal. Keep your mind on the great and splendid things you would like to do, and then, as the days go gliding by you will find yourself unconsciously seizing upon the opportunities that are required for the fulfilment of your desire, just as the coral insect takes from the running tide the elements it needs. Picture in your mind the able, earnest, useful person you desire to be, and the thought you hold is hourly transforming you into that particular individual . . . Thought is supreme. Preserve a right mental attitude - the attitude of courage, frankness, and good cheer. To think rightly is to create. All things come through desire, and every sincere prayer is answered. We become like that on which our hearts are fixed.
By Elbert Hubbard
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I Know Something Good About You
Wouldn’t this old world be better
If the folks we meet would say -
“I know something good about you!”
And treat us just that way?
Wouldn’t it be fine and dandy
If each handclasp, fond and true,
Carried with it this assurance -
“I know something good about you!”
Wouldn’t life be lots more happy
If the good that’s in us all
Were the only thing about us
That folks bothered to recall?
Wouldn’t life be lots more happy
If we praised the good we see?
For there’s such a lot of goodness
In the worst of you and me!
Wouldn’t it be nice to practice
That fine way of thinking, too?
You know something good about me,
I know something good about you?
By Louis C. Shimon (1935)
Louis C. Shimon was born in Russia in 1901, and moved with his family to Watertown, Wisconsin, United States of America in 1903. He became a humorist and wrote the column, “Laugh a Little,” which appeared in newspapers and other publications. His poem, “I Know Something Good About You,” was included in Hazel Felleman’s book, “The Best Loved Poems of the American People” (1936). Louis C. Shimon passed on at 44 years of age on 27 June 1946 at his home in Watertown, Wisconsin, United States of America.
Wouldn’t this old world be better
If the folks we meet would say -
“I know something good about you!”
And treat us just that way?
Wouldn’t it be fine and dandy
If each handclasp, fond and true,
Carried with it this assurance -
“I know something good about you!”
Wouldn’t life be lots more happy
If the good that’s in us all
Were the only thing about us
That folks bothered to recall?
Wouldn’t life be lots more happy
If we praised the good we see?
For there’s such a lot of goodness
In the worst of you and me!
Wouldn’t it be nice to practice
That fine way of thinking, too?
You know something good about me,
I know something good about you?
By Louis C. Shimon (1935)
Louis C. Shimon was born in Russia in 1901, and moved with his family to Watertown, Wisconsin, United States of America in 1903. He became a humorist and wrote the column, “Laugh a Little,” which appeared in newspapers and other publications. His poem, “I Know Something Good About You,” was included in Hazel Felleman’s book, “The Best Loved Poems of the American People” (1936). Louis C. Shimon passed on at 44 years of age on 27 June 1946 at his home in Watertown, Wisconsin, United States of America.
The World We Make
We make the world in which we live
By what we gather and what we give,
By our daily deeds and the things we say,
By what we keep or we cast away.
We make our world by the beauty we see
In a skylark’s song or lilac tree,
In a butterfly’s wing, in the pale moons’ rise,
And the wonder that lingers in midnight skies.
We make our world by the life we lead,
By the friends we have, by the books we read,
By the pity we show in the hour of care,
By the loads we lift and the love we share.
We make our world by the goals we pursue,
By the heights we seek and the higher view,
By hopes and dreams that reach the sun
And a will to fight till the heights are won.
What is the place in which we dwell,
A hut or a palace, a heaven or hell
We gather and scatter, we take and we give,
We make our world - and there we live.
By A. G. Walton
Alfred Grant Walton was born on 17 October 1887 in Kalamazoo, Michigan, United States of America. He became a Christian pastor, a poet, and a writer. Among his published books are “Highways to Happiness” (1939), “Life Is What You Make It” (1942), “Songs for the Seasons” (1947), and “Lyrics for Living” (1963). Alfred Grant Walton passed on at 82 years of age on 9 July 1970 in Brooklyn, New York, United States of America.
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We make the world in which we live
By what we gather and what we give,
By our daily deeds and the things we say,
By what we keep or we cast away.
We make our world by the beauty we see
In a skylark’s song or lilac tree,
In a butterfly’s wing, in the pale moons’ rise,
And the wonder that lingers in midnight skies.
We make our world by the life we lead,
By the friends we have, by the books we read,
By the pity we show in the hour of care,
By the loads we lift and the love we share.
We make our world by the goals we pursue,
By the heights we seek and the higher view,
By hopes and dreams that reach the sun
And a will to fight till the heights are won.
What is the place in which we dwell,
A hut or a palace, a heaven or hell
We gather and scatter, we take and we give,
We make our world - and there we live.
By A. G. Walton
Alfred Grant Walton was born on 17 October 1887 in Kalamazoo, Michigan, United States of America. He became a Christian pastor, a poet, and a writer. Among his published books are “Highways to Happiness” (1939), “Life Is What You Make It” (1942), “Songs for the Seasons” (1947), and “Lyrics for Living” (1963). Alfred Grant Walton passed on at 82 years of age on 9 July 1970 in Brooklyn, New York, United States of America.
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Mr. Meant-To
Mr. Meant-To had a comrade,
And his name is Didn’t-Do.
Have you ever chanced to meet them?
Did they ever call on you?
These two fellows lived together
In the house of Never-win,
And I’m told it’s haunted - haunted
By the ghost of Might-have-been.
By Susie M. Best: as published in W. Burton Ellis: “Bay State Magazine” (1914), Volume 1, page 157; a publication from Massachusetts, United States of America
Susie Montgomery Best was born in 1862 near Dublin, Ireland. She became a teacher in Cincinnati, Ohio, United States of America, as well as a writer and a poet, with more than 2,000 poems to her credit. She is known as the author of “The Fallen Pillar Saint” (1890), among other books.
Mr. Meant-To had a comrade,
And his name is Didn’t-Do.
Have you ever chanced to meet them?
Did they ever call on you?
These two fellows lived together
In the house of Never-win,
And I’m told it’s haunted - haunted
By the ghost of Might-have-been.
By Susie M. Best: as published in W. Burton Ellis: “Bay State Magazine” (1914), Volume 1, page 157; a publication from Massachusetts, United States of America
Susie Montgomery Best was born in 1862 near Dublin, Ireland. She became a teacher in Cincinnati, Ohio, United States of America, as well as a writer and a poet, with more than 2,000 poems to her credit. She is known as the author of “The Fallen Pillar Saint” (1890), among other books.
The Worth Of Our Lives
A speaker started his seminar by holding up a $20 bill. In the room of 200 people, he asked, “Who would like this $20 bill?” Hands started going up. He said, “I am going to give this $20 to one of you, but first, let me do this.” He proceeded to crumple up the $20 dollar bill. He then asked, “Who still wants it?” Still the hands were up in the air. Well, he replied, “What if I do this?” And he dropped it on the ground and started to grind it into the floor with his shoe. He picked it up, now crumpled and dirty. “Now, who still wants it?” Still the hands went into the air. “My friends, we have all learned a very valuable lesson. No matter what I did to the money, you still wanted it because it did not decrease in value. It was still worth $20. Many times in our lives, we are dropped, crumpled, and ground into the dirt by the decisions we make and the circumstances that come our way. We feel as though we are worthless. But no matter what has happened or what will happen, you will never lose your value. Dirty or clean, crumpled or finely creased, you are still priceless to those who do love you. The worth of our lives comes not in what we do or who we know, but by who we are. You are special - don’t ever forget it.”
By Author Unknown
A speaker started his seminar by holding up a $20 bill. In the room of 200 people, he asked, “Who would like this $20 bill?” Hands started going up. He said, “I am going to give this $20 to one of you, but first, let me do this.” He proceeded to crumple up the $20 dollar bill. He then asked, “Who still wants it?” Still the hands were up in the air. Well, he replied, “What if I do this?” And he dropped it on the ground and started to grind it into the floor with his shoe. He picked it up, now crumpled and dirty. “Now, who still wants it?” Still the hands went into the air. “My friends, we have all learned a very valuable lesson. No matter what I did to the money, you still wanted it because it did not decrease in value. It was still worth $20. Many times in our lives, we are dropped, crumpled, and ground into the dirt by the decisions we make and the circumstances that come our way. We feel as though we are worthless. But no matter what has happened or what will happen, you will never lose your value. Dirty or clean, crumpled or finely creased, you are still priceless to those who do love you. The worth of our lives comes not in what we do or who we know, but by who we are. You are special - don’t ever forget it.”
By Author Unknown
Living
The miser thinks he’s living when he’s hoarding up his gold;
The soldier calls it living when he’s doing something bold;
The sailor thinks it living to be tossed upon the sea,
And upon this very subject no two men of us agree.
But I hold to the opinion, as I walk my way along,
That living’s made of laughter and good-fellowship and song.
I wouldn’t call it living to be always seeking gold,
To bank all the present gladness for the days when I’ll be old.
I wouldn’t call it living to spend all my strength for fame,
And forego the many pleasures which to-day are mine to claim.
I wouldn’t for the splendor of the world set out to roam,
And forsake my laughing children and the peace I know at home.
Oh, the thing that I call living isn’t gold or fame at all!
It’s fellowship and sunshine, and it’s roses by the wall.
It’s evenings glad with music and a hearth-fire that’s ablaze,
And the joys which come to mortals in a thousand different ways.
It is laughter and contentment and the struggle for a goal;
It is everything that’s needful in the shaping of a soul.
By Edgar A. Guest
Edgar Albert ‘Eddie’ Guest was born on 20 August 1881 in Birmingham, England. He immigrated with his family to the United States of America in 1891. From his first published work in the “Detroit Free Press” until his passing in 1959, he penned some 11,000 poems that were syndicated in 300 newspapers and collected into more than twenty books. Mr. Guest is reputed to have had a new poem published in a newspaper every day for more than thirty years. He became known as ‘The People’s Poet,’ writing poems that were of a sentimental and optimistic nature. Edgar Albert ‘Eddie’ Guest passed on at 77 years of age on 5 August 1959 in Detroit, Michigan, United States of America.
The miser thinks he’s living when he’s hoarding up his gold;
The soldier calls it living when he’s doing something bold;
The sailor thinks it living to be tossed upon the sea,
And upon this very subject no two men of us agree.
But I hold to the opinion, as I walk my way along,
That living’s made of laughter and good-fellowship and song.
I wouldn’t call it living to be always seeking gold,
To bank all the present gladness for the days when I’ll be old.
I wouldn’t call it living to spend all my strength for fame,
And forego the many pleasures which to-day are mine to claim.
I wouldn’t for the splendor of the world set out to roam,
And forsake my laughing children and the peace I know at home.
Oh, the thing that I call living isn’t gold or fame at all!
It’s fellowship and sunshine, and it’s roses by the wall.
It’s evenings glad with music and a hearth-fire that’s ablaze,
And the joys which come to mortals in a thousand different ways.
It is laughter and contentment and the struggle for a goal;
It is everything that’s needful in the shaping of a soul.
By Edgar A. Guest
Edgar Albert ‘Eddie’ Guest was born on 20 August 1881 in Birmingham, England. He immigrated with his family to the United States of America in 1891. From his first published work in the “Detroit Free Press” until his passing in 1959, he penned some 11,000 poems that were syndicated in 300 newspapers and collected into more than twenty books. Mr. Guest is reputed to have had a new poem published in a newspaper every day for more than thirty years. He became known as ‘The People’s Poet,’ writing poems that were of a sentimental and optimistic nature. Edgar Albert ‘Eddie’ Guest passed on at 77 years of age on 5 August 1959 in Detroit, Michigan, United States of America.
Words To Live By
Health
1. Drink plenty of water.
2. Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince, and dinner like a beggar.
3. Eat more foods that grow on trees and plants and eat less food that is manufactured in plants.
4. Live with the three E’s - Energy, Enthusiasm, and Empathy
5. Play more games.
6. Read more books than you did last year.
7. Sit in silence for at least ten minutes each day.
8. Sleep for seven hours.
9. Take 10 to 30 minutes walks daily. And while you walk, smile.
Personality
1. Don’t compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about.
2. Don’t have negative thoughts or things you cannot control. Instead, invest your energy in the positive present moment.
3. Don’t overdo. Keep your limits.
4. Don’t take yourself so seriously. No one else does.
5. Don’t waste your precious energy on gossip.
6. Dream more while you are awake.
7. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.
8. Forget issues of the past. Don’t remind your partner with his/her mistakes of the past. That will ruin your present happiness.
9. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone. Don’t hate others.
10. Make peace with your past so it won’t spoil the present.
11. No one is in charge of your happiness except you.
12. Realize that life is a school and you are here to learn. Problems are simply part of the curriculum that appear and fade away like algebra class but the lessons you learn will last a lifetime.
13. Smile and laugh more.
14. You don’t have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.
Society
1. Call your family often.
2. Each day give something good to others.
3. Forgive everyone for everything.
4. Spend time with people over the age of 70 and under the age of 6.
5. Try to make at least three people smile each day.
6. What other people think of you is none of your business.
7. Your job won’t take care of you when you are sick. Your friends will. Stay in touch.
Life
1. Do the right thing!
2. Get rid of anything that isn’t useful, beautiful, or joyful.
3. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.
4. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up, and show up.
5. The best is yet to come.
6. Your innermost self is always happy. So, be happy.
By Author Unknown
Health
1. Drink plenty of water.
2. Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince, and dinner like a beggar.
3. Eat more foods that grow on trees and plants and eat less food that is manufactured in plants.
4. Live with the three E’s - Energy, Enthusiasm, and Empathy
5. Play more games.
6. Read more books than you did last year.
7. Sit in silence for at least ten minutes each day.
8. Sleep for seven hours.
9. Take 10 to 30 minutes walks daily. And while you walk, smile.
Personality
1. Don’t compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about.
2. Don’t have negative thoughts or things you cannot control. Instead, invest your energy in the positive present moment.
3. Don’t overdo. Keep your limits.
4. Don’t take yourself so seriously. No one else does.
5. Don’t waste your precious energy on gossip.
6. Dream more while you are awake.
7. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.
8. Forget issues of the past. Don’t remind your partner with his/her mistakes of the past. That will ruin your present happiness.
9. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone. Don’t hate others.
10. Make peace with your past so it won’t spoil the present.
11. No one is in charge of your happiness except you.
12. Realize that life is a school and you are here to learn. Problems are simply part of the curriculum that appear and fade away like algebra class but the lessons you learn will last a lifetime.
13. Smile and laugh more.
14. You don’t have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.
Society
1. Call your family often.
2. Each day give something good to others.
3. Forgive everyone for everything.
4. Spend time with people over the age of 70 and under the age of 6.
5. Try to make at least three people smile each day.
6. What other people think of you is none of your business.
7. Your job won’t take care of you when you are sick. Your friends will. Stay in touch.
Life
1. Do the right thing!
2. Get rid of anything that isn’t useful, beautiful, or joyful.
3. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.
4. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up, and show up.
5. The best is yet to come.
6. Your innermost self is always happy. So, be happy.
By Author Unknown
A Journey
Life is like a journey
Taken on a train
With a pair of travelers
At each window pane.
I may sit beside you
All the journey through,
Or I may sit elsewhere
Never knowing you.
But if fate should mark me
To sit by your side,
Let’s be pleasant travelers;
It’s so short a ride.
By Author Unknown
Life is like a journey
Taken on a train
With a pair of travelers
At each window pane.
I may sit beside you
All the journey through,
Or I may sit elsewhere
Never knowing you.
But if fate should mark me
To sit by your side,
Let’s be pleasant travelers;
It’s so short a ride.
By Author Unknown
It Is Hard
To forget
To apologize
To save money
To be unselfish
To avoid mistakes
To keep out of a rut
To begin all over again
To make the best of all things
To keep your temper at all times
To think first and act afterwards
To maintain a high standard
To keep on keeping on
To shoulder blame
To be charitable
To admit error
To take advice
To forgive
But it pays!
By Author Unknown
To forget
To apologize
To save money
To be unselfish
To avoid mistakes
To keep out of a rut
To begin all over again
To make the best of all things
To keep your temper at all times
To think first and act afterwards
To maintain a high standard
To keep on keeping on
To shoulder blame
To be charitable
To admit error
To take advice
To forgive
But it pays!
By Author Unknown
More
The more you read,
The more you know.
The more you know,
The smarter you grow.
The smarter you grow,
The stronger your voice,
When speaking your mind,
Or making your choice.
By Author Unknown
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The more you read,
The more you know.
The more you know,
The smarter you grow.
The smarter you grow,
The stronger your voice,
When speaking your mind,
Or making your choice.
By Author Unknown
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