What Is Still Possible
Consult not your fears but
your hopes and your dreams.
Think not about your frustrations,
but about your unfulfilled potential.
Concern yourself not with what you
tried and failed in, but with what
it is still possible for you to do.
By John XXIII
John XXIII was born as Angelo Giuseppe Roncalli on 25 November 1881 in Sotto il Monte Giovanni XXIII, Provincia di Bergamo, Lombardia, Italy, into a family of sharecroppers. He was ordained a priest in the Roman Catholic Church and became a Catholic Pope (1958 - 1963). John XXIII passed on at 81 years of age on 3 June 1963 in the Apostolic Palace, Vatican City.
Consult not your fears but
your hopes and your dreams.
Think not about your frustrations,
but about your unfulfilled potential.
Concern yourself not with what you
tried and failed in, but with what
it is still possible for you to do.
By John XXIII
John XXIII was born as Angelo Giuseppe Roncalli on 25 November 1881 in Sotto il Monte Giovanni XXIII, Provincia di Bergamo, Lombardia, Italy, into a family of sharecroppers. He was ordained a priest in the Roman Catholic Church and became a Catholic Pope (1958 - 1963). John XXIII passed on at 81 years of age on 3 June 1963 in the Apostolic Palace, Vatican City.
Be The Best Of Whatever You Are
If you can’t be a pine on the top of the hill
Be a scrub in the valley - but be
The best little scrub by the side of the rill*;
Be a bush if you can’t be a tree.
If you can’t be a bush be a bit of the grass,
And some highway some happier make;
If you can’t be a muskie then just be a bass -
But the liveliest bass in the lake!
We can’t all be captains, we’ve got to be crew,
There’s something for all of us here.
There’s big work to do and there’s lesser to do,
And the task we must do is the near.
If you can’t be a highway then just be a trail,
If you can’t be the sun be a star;
It isn’t by size that you win or you fail -
Be the best of whatever you are!
By Douglas Malloch
*rill: a small stream of water, or a shallow erosion channel cut by the erosive action of water as it runs down a hillside.
Douglas Malloch, Senior was born on 5 May 1877 in Muskegon, Michigan, United States of America. He grew up in the midst of logging camps, sawmills, and lumber yards. He became enamored with writing poems and stories about lumbering scenes and eventually became known as the ‘Lumbermen’s Poet.’ He wrote his first poem at 10 years of age, which was published in the “Detroit News.” After leaving school, he took a job on the editorial staff at the “Muskegon Chronicle,” where he remained for 13 years, becoming a reporter and feature writer for the paper. After leaving the “Muskegon Chronicle,” he joined the staff of the “American Lumberman” in 1903 as a syndicated columnist. Mr. Malloch soon became a popular and nationally renowned humorist, lecturer, and radio personality. His column was often written in the form of a poem, and eventually the poems were collected into a series of books, with “In Forest Land” (1906) being his first published book and a national best seller. Douglas Malloch, Senior passed on at 61 years of age on 2 July 1938 in Muskegon, Michigan, United States of America.
If you can’t be a pine on the top of the hill
Be a scrub in the valley - but be
The best little scrub by the side of the rill*;
Be a bush if you can’t be a tree.
If you can’t be a bush be a bit of the grass,
And some highway some happier make;
If you can’t be a muskie then just be a bass -
But the liveliest bass in the lake!
We can’t all be captains, we’ve got to be crew,
There’s something for all of us here.
There’s big work to do and there’s lesser to do,
And the task we must do is the near.
If you can’t be a highway then just be a trail,
If you can’t be the sun be a star;
It isn’t by size that you win or you fail -
Be the best of whatever you are!
By Douglas Malloch
*rill: a small stream of water, or a shallow erosion channel cut by the erosive action of water as it runs down a hillside.
Douglas Malloch, Senior was born on 5 May 1877 in Muskegon, Michigan, United States of America. He grew up in the midst of logging camps, sawmills, and lumber yards. He became enamored with writing poems and stories about lumbering scenes and eventually became known as the ‘Lumbermen’s Poet.’ He wrote his first poem at 10 years of age, which was published in the “Detroit News.” After leaving school, he took a job on the editorial staff at the “Muskegon Chronicle,” where he remained for 13 years, becoming a reporter and feature writer for the paper. After leaving the “Muskegon Chronicle,” he joined the staff of the “American Lumberman” in 1903 as a syndicated columnist. Mr. Malloch soon became a popular and nationally renowned humorist, lecturer, and radio personality. His column was often written in the form of a poem, and eventually the poems were collected into a series of books, with “In Forest Land” (1906) being his first published book and a national best seller. Douglas Malloch, Senior passed on at 61 years of age on 2 July 1938 in Muskegon, Michigan, United States of America.
Our Daily Wish
Our daily wish is that we may
See good in those who pass our way;
Find in each a worthy trait
That we should gladly cultivate;
See in each one passing by
The better things that beautify -
A softly spoken word of cheer,
A kindly face, a smile sincere.
Let’s pray each day that we may view
The things that warm our hearts anew;
The kindly deeds that can’t be bought -
That only from the good are wrought,
A burden lightened here and there,
A brother lifted from despair,
The aged ones freed from distress;
The lame, the sick, brought happiness.
Grant that before each sun has set
We’ll witness deeds we can’t forget;
A soothing hand to one in pain
A sacrifice for love - not gain;
A word to ease the troubled mind
Of one whom fate has dealt unkind.
So friend, our wish is that we may
See good in all who pass our way.
By Phil Perkins
Our daily wish is that we may
See good in those who pass our way;
Find in each a worthy trait
That we should gladly cultivate;
See in each one passing by
The better things that beautify -
A softly spoken word of cheer,
A kindly face, a smile sincere.
Let’s pray each day that we may view
The things that warm our hearts anew;
The kindly deeds that can’t be bought -
That only from the good are wrought,
A burden lightened here and there,
A brother lifted from despair,
The aged ones freed from distress;
The lame, the sick, brought happiness.
Grant that before each sun has set
We’ll witness deeds we can’t forget;
A soothing hand to one in pain
A sacrifice for love - not gain;
A word to ease the troubled mind
Of one whom fate has dealt unkind.
So friend, our wish is that we may
See good in all who pass our way.
By Phil Perkins
Poem On Attitude
When we start to count flowers,
We cease to count weeds;
When we start to count blessings,
We cease to count needs;
When we start to count laughter,
We cease to count fears;
When we count happy memories,
We cease to count years.
By Author Unknown
When we start to count flowers,
We cease to count weeds;
When we start to count blessings,
We cease to count needs;
When we start to count laughter,
We cease to count fears;
When we count happy memories,
We cease to count years.
By Author Unknown
The Effect Of A Thought
Whenever you cultivate a thought,
Remember it will trace
With certain touch in pictured form
A story on your face.
Whenever you dwell upon a thought,
Remember it will roll
Into your being and become
A fiber of your soul.
Whenever you send out a thought,
Remember it will be
A force throughout the Universe
For all eternity.
By Author Unknown
Whenever you cultivate a thought,
Remember it will trace
With certain touch in pictured form
A story on your face.
Whenever you dwell upon a thought,
Remember it will roll
Into your being and become
A fiber of your soul.
Whenever you send out a thought,
Remember it will be
A force throughout the Universe
For all eternity.
By Author Unknown
Three Simple Rules
1. If you don’t go after what you want, you’ll never have it.
2. If you don’t ask, the answer will always be no.
3. If you don’t step forward, you will always be in the same spot.
So go for what you want, ask questions, and take that step forward, because you never know where it might lead.
By Author Unknown
1. If you don’t go after what you want, you’ll never have it.
2. If you don’t ask, the answer will always be no.
3. If you don’t step forward, you will always be in the same spot.
So go for what you want, ask questions, and take that step forward, because you never know where it might lead.
By Author Unknown
Words Of Lincoln Steffens
That what is true of business and politics is gloriously true of the professions, the arts and crafts, the sciences, the sports. That the best picture has not yet been painted; the greatest poem is still unsung; the mightiest novel remains to be written; the divinest music has not been conceived even by Bach. In science, probably ninety-nine percent of the knowable has to be discovered. We know only a few streaks about astronomy. We are only beginning to imagine the force and composition of the atom. Physics has not yet found any indivisible matter, or psychology a sensible soul.
By Lincoln Steffens
Lincoln Joseph Steffens, sometimes also shown as Joseph Lincoln Stephens, was born on 6 April 1866 in San Francisco, California, United States of America. He became a New York City reporter, and did several investigations of corruption in municipal governments in American cities. He is known for his series of articles in “McClure’s,” called ‘Tweed Days in St. Louis,’ that would later be published together in a book titled, “The Shame of the Cities” (1904). Lincoln Joseph Steffens passed on at 70 years of age on 9 August 1936 in Carmel-by-the-Sea, California, United States of America.
That what is true of business and politics is gloriously true of the professions, the arts and crafts, the sciences, the sports. That the best picture has not yet been painted; the greatest poem is still unsung; the mightiest novel remains to be written; the divinest music has not been conceived even by Bach. In science, probably ninety-nine percent of the knowable has to be discovered. We know only a few streaks about astronomy. We are only beginning to imagine the force and composition of the atom. Physics has not yet found any indivisible matter, or psychology a sensible soul.
By Lincoln Steffens
Lincoln Joseph Steffens, sometimes also shown as Joseph Lincoln Stephens, was born on 6 April 1866 in San Francisco, California, United States of America. He became a New York City reporter, and did several investigations of corruption in municipal governments in American cities. He is known for his series of articles in “McClure’s,” called ‘Tweed Days in St. Louis,’ that would later be published together in a book titled, “The Shame of the Cities” (1904). Lincoln Joseph Steffens passed on at 70 years of age on 9 August 1936 in Carmel-by-the-Sea, California, United States of America.
One Step
One step and then another,
And the longest walk is ended;
One stitch and then another,
And the largest tear is mended.
One brick upon another,
And the highest wall is made;
One flake upon another,
And the deepest snow is laid.
Then do not look disheartened
On the work you have to do,
And say that such a mighty task
You can never get through;
But just endeavor day by day
Another point to gain,
And soon the mountain which you feared
Will prove to be a plain.
By Author Unknown
One step and then another,
And the longest walk is ended;
One stitch and then another,
And the largest tear is mended.
One brick upon another,
And the highest wall is made;
One flake upon another,
And the deepest snow is laid.
Then do not look disheartened
On the work you have to do,
And say that such a mighty task
You can never get through;
But just endeavor day by day
Another point to gain,
And soon the mountain which you feared
Will prove to be a plain.
By Author Unknown
“So long as you live and in whatever circumstances the kaleidoscope of life may place you, think for yourself and act in accordance with the conclusions of that thinking; avoid so far as possible drifting with the current of the mob or being too easily influenced by the outward manifestation of things. Take your own look beneath the surface and don’t trust others to look for you. If you will follow this rule consistently, I am sure you will keep out of much trouble, will make the most out of your life and, what is more, will contribute most of value to the community life.”
-Frank B. Jewett: as quoted in ’Think for Yourself’ published in the “Indiana Telephone News” (1940), Volume 30, page 21
Frank Baldwin Jewett was born on 5 September 1879 in Pasadena, California, United States of America. He became a physicist. As an engineer for the American Telegraph and Telephone Company, he perfected transatlantic radio telephony using a vacuum-tube transmitter. He was a president of the American Institute of Electrical Engineers, and the first president of Bell Labs. Frank Baldwin Jewett passed on at 70 years of age on 18 November 1949 in Summit, New Jersey, United States of America.
-Frank B. Jewett: as quoted in ’Think for Yourself’ published in the “Indiana Telephone News” (1940), Volume 30, page 21
Frank Baldwin Jewett was born on 5 September 1879 in Pasadena, California, United States of America. He became a physicist. As an engineer for the American Telegraph and Telephone Company, he perfected transatlantic radio telephony using a vacuum-tube transmitter. He was a president of the American Institute of Electrical Engineers, and the first president of Bell Labs. Frank Baldwin Jewett passed on at 70 years of age on 18 November 1949 in Summit, New Jersey, United States of America.
Wishing
Do you wish the world were better?
Let me tell you what to do:
Set a watch upon your actions,
Keep them always straight and true;
Rid your mind of selfish motives;
Let your thoughts be clean and high.
You can make a little Eden
Of the sphere you occupy.
Do you wish the world were wiser?
Well, suppose you make a start,
By accumulating wisdom
In the scrapbook of your heart:
Do not waste one page on folly;
Live to learn, and learn to live.
If you want to give men knowledge
You must get it, ere you give.
Do you wish the world were happy?
Then remember day by day
Just to scatter seeds of kindness
As you pass along the way;
For the pleasures of the many
May be ofttimes traced to one,
As the hand that plants an acorn
Shelters armies from the sun.
By Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Ella Wheeler Wilcox was born on 5 November 1850 in Johnstown, Wisconsin, United States of America. She became a poet, a journalist, and a New Thought proponent. Ella Wheeler Wilcox passed on at 68 years of age on 30 October 1919 in Short Beach, Connecticut, United States of America.
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Do you wish the world were better?
Let me tell you what to do:
Set a watch upon your actions,
Keep them always straight and true;
Rid your mind of selfish motives;
Let your thoughts be clean and high.
You can make a little Eden
Of the sphere you occupy.
Do you wish the world were wiser?
Well, suppose you make a start,
By accumulating wisdom
In the scrapbook of your heart:
Do not waste one page on folly;
Live to learn, and learn to live.
If you want to give men knowledge
You must get it, ere you give.
Do you wish the world were happy?
Then remember day by day
Just to scatter seeds of kindness
As you pass along the way;
For the pleasures of the many
May be ofttimes traced to one,
As the hand that plants an acorn
Shelters armies from the sun.
By Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Ella Wheeler Wilcox was born on 5 November 1850 in Johnstown, Wisconsin, United States of America. She became a poet, a journalist, and a New Thought proponent. Ella Wheeler Wilcox passed on at 68 years of age on 30 October 1919 in Short Beach, Connecticut, United States of America.
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