I shall live this day as if it is my last. And if it is not, I shall fall to my knees and give thanks.

All the gold in the world cannot buy a dying man one more breath--so what does that make today worth?

For the rest of my life there are two days that will never again trouble me. The first day is yesterday with all its blunders and tears, follies and defeats. Yesterday has passed away, beyond my control forever. The other day is tomorrow with all its pitfalls and threats, its dangers and mystery. Until the sun rises again I have no stake in tomorrow, for it is still unborn.

I have never heard anything about the resolutions of the apostles, but a good deal about their acts.

He who worries about calamities suffers them twice over.

Do not listen to those who weep and complain, for their disease is contagious.

I am convinced that the greatest legacy we can leave our children are happy memories: those precious moments so much like pebbles on the beach that are plucked from the white sand and placed in tiny boxes that lay undisturbed on tall shelves until one day they spill out and time repeats itself, with joy and sweet sadness, in the child now an adult.