God wants worshipers before workers; indeed the only acceptable workers are those who have learned the lost art of worship.
You may regret calamities if you can thereby help the sufferer, but if you cannot, mind your own business.
This is my wish for you: Comfort on difficult days, smiles when sadness intrudes, rainbows to follow the clouds, laughter to kiss your lips, sunsets to warm your heart, hugs when spirits sag, beauty for your eyes to see, friendships to brighten your being, faith so that you can believe, confidence for when you doubt, courage to know yourself, patience to accept the truth, Love to complete your life.
Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year. He is rich who owns the day, and no one owns the day who allows it to be invaded with fret and anxiety. Finish every day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities, no doubt crept in. Forget them as soon as you can, tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely, with too high a spirit to be cumbered with your old nonsense. This new day is too dear, with its hopes and invitations, to waste a moment on the yesterdays.
The purpose of life is not to be happy. It is to be useful, to be honorable, to be compassionate, to have it make some difference that you have lived and lived well.
Successful is the person who has lived well, laughed often and loved much, who has gained the respect of children, who leaves the world better than they found it, who has never lacked appreciation for the earth's beauty, who never fails to look for the best in others or give the best of themselves.
The only person you are destined to become is the person you decide to be.
When a man says, "Get out of my house! what would you have with my wife?" there is no answer to be made.
The Curse of poverty has no justification in our age. . . The time has come for us to civilize ourselves by the total, direct and immediate abolition of poverty.
Dying ain't in people's plans, is it?
When a person’s tongue is extensively wrong, it is absurd, no less than unscriptural, to say that their heart is right.