One ship drives east and other drives west by the same winds that blow. It's the set of the sails and not the gales that determines the way they go.

And however dark the skies may appear, And however souls may blunder, I tell you it all will work out clear, For good lies over and under.

The sin and the shame and the sorrow, The crime and the want and the woe That are born there in your workshop, No hand can paint, you know.

Even so We find the sea of sorrow. Black as night The sullen surface meets our frightened gaze, As down we sink to darkness and despair.

There is no satisfaction that can compare with looking back across the years and finding you've grown in self-control, judgment, generosity, and unselfishness.

All love that has not friendship for its base, is like a mansion built upon the sand.

God sent us here to make mistakes