Tact is the unsaid part of what you think.

Look around for a place to sow a few seeds.

Lord, when my spirit shall return to thee, At the foot of a friendly tree let my body be buried, That this dust may rise and rejoice among the branches.

Not to the swift, the race: Not to the strong, the fight: Not to the righteous, perfect grace: Not to the wise, the light. But often faltering feet Come surest to the goal; And they who walk in darkness meet The sunrise of the soul.

Faith is an adventure; it is the courage of the soul to face the unknown. But that courage springs from the hope and confidence of the soul that its adventure will succeed.

In the progress of personality, first comes a declaration of independence, then a recognition of interdependence.

There is no conflict between the Old and the New; the conflict is between the False and the True.