There is nothing so pitiful as a young cynic because he has gone from knowing nothing to believing nothing.

I want to thank you, Lord, for life and all that's in it. Thank you for the day and for the hour, and the minute.

We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty.

I can be changed by what happens to me. But I refuse to be reduced by it.

I believe that each of us comes from the Creator trailing wisps of glory. So at this wonderful, young age of 65, I don't know yet what the Lord has for me to do. I try to live up to the energy and to the calling, but I wouldn't dare say I have even scratched the surface yet.

Make every effort to change things you do not like. If you cannot make a change, change the way you have been thinking. You might find a new solution.

Self-pity in its early stage is as snug as a feather mattress. Only when it hardens does it become uncomfortable.