Life is a refining process. Our response to it determines whether we'll be ground down or polished up. On a piano, one person sits down and plays sonatas, while another merely bangs away at "Chopsticks." The piano is not responsible. It's how you touch the keys that makes the difference. It's how you play what life gives you that determines your joy and shine.

Violets are God's apology for February.

Attitude is the mind's paintbrush; it can color any situation.

Pain is inevitable. Misery is optional

A lot of kneeling keeps one in good standing.

Love is what makes two people sit in the middle of a bench when there is plenty of room at both ends.

All we can take with us to heaven is what we leave behind in the lives we touch.