If the members of a home are ill-temperered and quarrelsome, how quickly you feel it when you enter the house. You may not know just what is wrong, but you wish to make your visit short.

The stream of passing years is like a river with people being carried along in the current. Some are swept along, protesting, fighting all the way, trying to swim back up the stream, longing for the shores that they have passed, clutching at anything to retard their progress, frightened by the onward rush of the strong current and in danger of being overwhelmed by the waters. Others go with the current freely, trusting themselves to the buoyancy of the water.

Suffering passes, while love is eternal. That's a gift that you have received from God. Don't waste it.

The days have never been long enough to do the things I would like to do. Every year has held more of interest than the year before.

In these days when we feed those who are not hungry, we are stealing from those who are starving, even though the food is our own.

The world seems a lonesome place when mother has passed away and only memories of her are left.

Remember me with smiles and laughter, for that is how I'll remember you all. If you can only remember me with tears, then don't remember me at all.