Thanksgiving is nothing if not a glad and reverent lifting of the heart to God in honor and praise for His goodness.

Disagree with someone on the right and he is likely to think you obtuse, wrong, foolish, a dope. Disagree with someone on the left, and he is more likely to think you selfish, a sell-out, insensitive, possibly evil.

Every moment brings us some benediction. Even the rough hand of trial holds in its clasp for us some treasure of love.

We have a mission to others--to add to their cheer. This we cannot do unless we have first learned the lesson of cheerfulness ourselves.

With all the infinite possibilities of spiritual life before you, do not settle down on a little patch of dusty ground at the mountain's foot in restful content. Be not content until you reach the mountain's summit.

The woman who makes a sweet, beautiful home, filling it with love and prayer and purity, is doing something better than anything else her hands could find to do beneath the skies.

We ought not to have to wait for sorrow before we can appreciate the sweetness of joy.