We grow small trying to be great.
Folks with their wits about them knew that advertisements were just a pack of lies - you had only to look at the claims of patent medicines!
You know how some people are - they always feel they have to do things for other people's good, no matter what happens to the other people in the process!
One does not permit one's friends to be slandered in time of trouble.
The snow, which had fallen quietly at first, was now pelting against the windowpanes, driven by a wicked wind; the storm was rapidly assuming proportions of a blizzard.
Fortunately, any kind of setback has represented a challenge to do better, rather than an acceptance of inferiority on my part.
A mystic is a spiritual realist, a person for whom the Invisible is a matter of more or less firsthand experience.
In whatever form it takes, life sings because it has a song. The meaning is in the lyrics.
For to the extent that we act toward others as we feel we might, we open ourselves to their inner reality, and their needs and aspirations seem so important to us as our own. We hope their hopes will be fulfilled and need to see their needs satisfied. Their happiness makes us happy, and we are pained to see them hurt. We resonate with them and delight in their prosperity.
I'm thinking that it might actually be possible for things to work out sometimes. Definitely not everything and maybe not the way you imagined. But sometimes, when you least expected it, life surprises you.
I don't have time for the news clippings. I got my own mission.