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Life Is
Life is . . .
for thinking before acting,
for hearing before judging,
for forgiving your enemies,
for being candid and frank,
for helping a fallen brother,
for being honest in business,
for thinking before speaking,
for being loyal to your church,
for standing by your principles,
for stopping your ears to gossip,
for bridling a slanderous tongue,
for harboring only pure thoughts,
for sympathizing with the afflicted,
for being courteous and kind to all.
By Author Unknown
Life is . . .
for thinking before acting,
for hearing before judging,
for forgiving your enemies,
for being candid and frank,
for helping a fallen brother,
for being honest in business,
for thinking before speaking,
for being loyal to your church,
for standing by your principles,
for stopping your ears to gossip,
for bridling a slanderous tongue,
for harboring only pure thoughts,
for sympathizing with the afflicted,
for being courteous and kind to all.
By Author Unknown
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Words Of Elbert Hubbard
Genius is often only the power of making continuous efforts. The line between failure and success is so fine that we scarcely know when we pass it - so fine that we are often on the line and do not know it. How many a man has thrown up his hands at a time when a little more effort, a little more patience, would have achieved success. As the tide goes clear out, so it comes clear in. In business sometimes prospects may seem darkest when really they are on the turn. A little more persistence, a little more effort, and what seemed hopeless failure may turn to glorious success. There is no failure except in no longer trying. There is no defeat except from within, no really insurmountable barrier save our own inherent weakness of purpose.
-Elbert Hubbard: as quoted in Alice Hubbard, editor: “The Note Book of Elbert Hubbard” (1927), page 13
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Genius is often only the power of making continuous efforts. The line between failure and success is so fine that we scarcely know when we pass it - so fine that we are often on the line and do not know it. How many a man has thrown up his hands at a time when a little more effort, a little more patience, would have achieved success. As the tide goes clear out, so it comes clear in. In business sometimes prospects may seem darkest when really they are on the turn. A little more persistence, a little more effort, and what seemed hopeless failure may turn to glorious success. There is no failure except in no longer trying. There is no defeat except from within, no really insurmountable barrier save our own inherent weakness of purpose.
-Elbert Hubbard: as quoted in Alice Hubbard, editor: “The Note Book of Elbert Hubbard” (1927), page 13
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Success
Dream - More.
Think - Highly.
Choose - Best.
Analyze - Twice.
Plan - Perfectly.
Be - Confident.
Work - Hard.
Execute - Well.
Success - Yours.
By Author Unknown
Dream - More.
Think - Highly.
Choose - Best.
Analyze - Twice.
Plan - Perfectly.
Be - Confident.
Work - Hard.
Execute - Well.
Success - Yours.
By Author Unknown
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Use Your Imagination To Find Success
Visualize what you want.
See it, Feel it, Believe in it.
Your mind is a mental workshop.
You can build anything in it.
Make your mental blueprint,
And begin to build.
The beginning is in your imagination;
First think, then organize your thoughts into plans.
Then transform your thoughts into reality
By taking some positive action.
Use your imagination to perceive your reality,
Even when it is not fully materialized.
You must first see it clearly in your mind
Before you can do it.
First visualize and then actualize your way
To success.
You really can live your dreams.
All you need to do is try.
By Author Unknown
Visualize what you want.
See it, Feel it, Believe in it.
Your mind is a mental workshop.
You can build anything in it.
Make your mental blueprint,
And begin to build.
The beginning is in your imagination;
First think, then organize your thoughts into plans.
Then transform your thoughts into reality
By taking some positive action.
Use your imagination to perceive your reality,
Even when it is not fully materialized.
You must first see it clearly in your mind
Before you can do it.
First visualize and then actualize your way
To success.
You really can live your dreams.
All you need to do is try.
By Author Unknown
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Try Smiling
Frowns won’t get you anywhere;
When your face is lined with care
And your troubles you can’t bear -
Try smiling.
When your eyes are on the ground
Do not moan with mournful sound,
Lift your eyes and look around -
Try smiling.
When your goal seems far away
Keep smiling at the world today,
It will ease and smooth your way -
Try smiling.
By Everett Wentworth Hill
Frowns won’t get you anywhere;
When your face is lined with care
And your troubles you can’t bear -
Try smiling.
When your eyes are on the ground
Do not moan with mournful sound,
Lift your eyes and look around -
Try smiling.
When your goal seems far away
Keep smiling at the world today,
It will ease and smooth your way -
Try smiling.
By Everett Wentworth Hill
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Hope, Faith, And Love
There are three lessons I would write,
Three words as with a golden pen,
In tracings of eternal light
Upon the hearts of men.
Have Hope! Though clouds environ now,
And Gladness hides her face in scorn,
Put thou the shadow from thy brow -
No night but has its morn.
Have Faith! Where’er thy bark is driven -
The calm’s disport, the tempest’s mirth -
Know this: God rules the hosts of Heaven,
The inhabitants of Earth.
Have Love! Not love alone for one,
But men, as man, thy brothers call,
And scatter like the circling Sun,
Thy charities on all.
Thus grave these words upon thy soul -
Hope, faith and love - and thou shalt find
Strength when life’s surges maddest roll,
Light when thou else wert blind.
By Johann Christoph Friedrich von Schiller (about 1786)
Johann Christoph Friedrich von Schiller, also known simply as Friedrich Schiller, was born on 10 November 1759 in Marbach am Neckar, Duchy of Württemberg, Holy Roman Empire. He became a poet, an essayist, a historian, a dramatist, and a playwright. He is the author of the plays “The Robbers” (1781), “Don Carlos” (1787), the trilogy “Wallenstein” (1796), “William Tell” (1804), and the poem “Ode to Joy” (1785). Johann Christoph Friedrich von Schiller passed on at 45 years of age on 9 May 1805 in Weimer, Duchy of Saxe-Weimer, Holy Roman Empire.
There are three lessons I would write,
Three words as with a golden pen,
In tracings of eternal light
Upon the hearts of men.
Have Hope! Though clouds environ now,
And Gladness hides her face in scorn,
Put thou the shadow from thy brow -
No night but has its morn.
Have Faith! Where’er thy bark is driven -
The calm’s disport, the tempest’s mirth -
Know this: God rules the hosts of Heaven,
The inhabitants of Earth.
Have Love! Not love alone for one,
But men, as man, thy brothers call,
And scatter like the circling Sun,
Thy charities on all.
Thus grave these words upon thy soul -
Hope, faith and love - and thou shalt find
Strength when life’s surges maddest roll,
Light when thou else wert blind.
By Johann Christoph Friedrich von Schiller (about 1786)
Johann Christoph Friedrich von Schiller, also known simply as Friedrich Schiller, was born on 10 November 1759 in Marbach am Neckar, Duchy of Württemberg, Holy Roman Empire. He became a poet, an essayist, a historian, a dramatist, and a playwright. He is the author of the plays “The Robbers” (1781), “Don Carlos” (1787), the trilogy “Wallenstein” (1796), “William Tell” (1804), and the poem “Ode to Joy” (1785). Johann Christoph Friedrich von Schiller passed on at 45 years of age on 9 May 1805 in Weimer, Duchy of Saxe-Weimer, Holy Roman Empire.
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What We Give Away
The more we give, the more we get;
The more we laugh, the less we fret;
The more we do unselfishly,
The more we live abundantly;
The more of everything we share,
The more we’ll always have to spare;
The more we love, the more we’ll find,
That life is good and friends are kind;
For only what we give away
Enriches us from day to day.
By Author Unknown
The more we give, the more we get;
The more we laugh, the less we fret;
The more we do unselfishly,
The more we live abundantly;
The more of everything we share,
The more we’ll always have to spare;
The more we love, the more we’ll find,
That life is good and friends are kind;
For only what we give away
Enriches us from day to day.
By Author Unknown
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Gratitude
Be grateful for the kindly friends that walk along your way;
Be grateful for the skies of blue that smile from day to day;
Be grateful for the health you own, the work you find to do,
For round about you there are men less fortunate than you.
Be grateful for the growing trees, the roses soon to bloom,
The tenderness of kindly hearts that shared your days of gloom;
Be grateful for the morning dew, the grass beneath your feet,
The soft caresses of your babes and all their laughter sweet.
Acquire the grateful habit, learn to see how blest you are,
How much there is to gladden life, how little life to mar!
And what if rain shall fall today and you with grief are sad;
Be grateful that you can recall the joys that you have had.
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.
Be grateful for the kindly friends that walk along your way;
Be grateful for the skies of blue that smile from day to day;
Be grateful for the health you own, the work you find to do,
For round about you there are men less fortunate than you.
Be grateful for the growing trees, the roses soon to bloom,
The tenderness of kindly hearts that shared your days of gloom;
Be grateful for the morning dew, the grass beneath your feet,
The soft caresses of your babes and all their laughter sweet.
Acquire the grateful habit, learn to see how blest you are,
How much there is to gladden life, how little life to mar!
And what if rain shall fall today and you with grief are sad;
Be grateful that you can recall the joys that you have had.
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.
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Happy Home Recipe
Ingredients
□ 4 cups of love
□ 2 cups of loyalty
□ 3 cups of forgiveness
□ 1 cup of friendship
□ 5 spoons of hope
□ 2 spoons of tenderness
□ 4 quarts of faith
□ 1 barrel of laughter
Directions
1. Take love and loyalty, mix thoroughly with faith.
2. Blend it with tenderness, kindness, and understanding.
3. Add friendship and hope, sprinkle abundantly with laughter.
4. Bake it with sunshine.
5. Serve daily with generous helpings.
By Author Unknown
Ingredients
□ 4 cups of love
□ 2 cups of loyalty
□ 3 cups of forgiveness
□ 1 cup of friendship
□ 5 spoons of hope
□ 2 spoons of tenderness
□ 4 quarts of faith
□ 1 barrel of laughter
Directions
1. Take love and loyalty, mix thoroughly with faith.
2. Blend it with tenderness, kindness, and understanding.
3. Add friendship and hope, sprinkle abundantly with laughter.
4. Bake it with sunshine.
5. Serve daily with generous helpings.
By Author Unknown
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Life
They told me that Life could be just what I made it -
Life could be fashioned and worn like a gown;
I, the designer, mine the decision
Whether to wear it with bonnet or crown.
And so I selected the prettiest pattern -
Life should be made of the rosiest hue -
Something unique, and a bit out of fashion,
One that perhaps would be chosen by few.
But other folks came and they leaned o’er my shoulder;
Someone questioned the ultimate cost;
Somebody tangled the thread I was using;
One day I found that my scissors were lost.
And somebody claimed the material faded;
Somebody said I’d be tired ere ‘twas worn;
Somebody’s fingers, too pointed and spiteful,
Snatched at the cloth, and I saw it was torn.
Oh! somebody tried to do all the sewing,
Wanting always to advise or condone.
Here is my life, the product of many;
Where is that gown I could fashion - alone?
By Nan Terrell Reed
Nan Terrell Reed was born on 31 May 1886 in Connecticut, United States of America. She became a poet and a songwriter. She began writing poems in childhood, and later decided to make a business of poetry writing after becoming married to Russell A. Reed (1884 - 1969), making an effort to write a poem a day. Her poems were widely published in magazines and books, including in her book, “Prose and Poems” (1919). Nan Terrell Reed passed on at 82 years of age on 14 February 1969.
They told me that Life could be just what I made it -
Life could be fashioned and worn like a gown;
I, the designer, mine the decision
Whether to wear it with bonnet or crown.
And so I selected the prettiest pattern -
Life should be made of the rosiest hue -
Something unique, and a bit out of fashion,
One that perhaps would be chosen by few.
But other folks came and they leaned o’er my shoulder;
Someone questioned the ultimate cost;
Somebody tangled the thread I was using;
One day I found that my scissors were lost.
And somebody claimed the material faded;
Somebody said I’d be tired ere ‘twas worn;
Somebody’s fingers, too pointed and spiteful,
Snatched at the cloth, and I saw it was torn.
Oh! somebody tried to do all the sewing,
Wanting always to advise or condone.
Here is my life, the product of many;
Where is that gown I could fashion - alone?
By Nan Terrell Reed
Nan Terrell Reed was born on 31 May 1886 in Connecticut, United States of America. She became a poet and a songwriter. She began writing poems in childhood, and later decided to make a business of poetry writing after becoming married to Russell A. Reed (1884 - 1969), making an effort to write a poem a day. Her poems were widely published in magazines and books, including in her book, “Prose and Poems” (1919). Nan Terrell Reed passed on at 82 years of age on 14 February 1969.
