Peace hath higher tests of manhood, than battle ever knew.
No longer forward nor behind I look in hope or fear; But, grateful, take the good I find, The best of now and here.
In any man who dies there dies with him, his first snow and kiss and fight... Not people die but worlds die in them.
But beauty seen is never lost, God???s colors all are fast; The glory of this sunset heaven Into my soul has passed???..
As a small businessperson, you have no greater leverage than the truth.
No longer forward nor behindI look in hope or fearBut, grateful, take the good I findThe best of now and here.
The saddest thing of word or pen, To know the things that might have been.
For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these 'It might have been'
The best of a book is not the thought which it contains, but the thought which it suggests; just as the charm of music dwells not in the tones but in the echoes of our hearts.
Somehow, not only for Christmas but all the long year through, The joy that you give to others Is the joy that comes back to you. And the more you spend in blessing The poor and lonely and sad, The more of your heart's possessing Returns to you glad.
When faith is lost, when honor dies, the man is dead.
Before me, even as behind, God is, and all is well.
God's colors all are fast.
God gives quietness at last
The smile of God is victory.
One brave deed makes no hero.
No lance have I, in joust or fight, To splinter in my lady's sight; But, at her feet, how blest were I For any need of hers to die!
We meet today<br/>To thank Thee for the era done,<br/>And Thee for the opening one
Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, 'It might have been.
The windows of my soul I throwWide open to the sun.
the joy that you give to others is the joy that comes back to you
The tints of autumn...a mighty flower garden blossoming under the spell of the enchanter, frost.
It is no use trying to sum people up. One must follow hints, not exactly what is said, nor yet entirely what is done.
From the death of the old the new proceeds, and the life of truth from the death of creeds.
Life is ever lord of Death And Love can never lose its own.