"Laughter is day, and sobriety is night; a smile is the twilight that hovers gently between both, mor..." — Henry Ward Beecher

Pride slays thanksgiving, but a humble mind is the soil out of which thanks naturally grow. A proud man is seldom a grateful man, for he never thinks he gets as much as he deserves.

Gratitude is the fairest blossom which springs from the soul.

Of all the music that reached farthest into heaven, it is the beating of a loving heart.

We are always on the anvil; by trials God is shaping us for higher things.