There's Nothing Like Fishing To Pass The Time And To Incline Toward A Sort Of Magnificent Stupidity In Which Nothing Matters But Tackle, Bait, Sunlight And The Strike.
In My Belief, A Harvest Is Also A Legacy, For Very Often What You Reap Is, In The Way Of Small Miracles, More Than You Consciously Know You Have Sown.
Occasionally The Impossible Happens; This Is A Truism That Accounts For Much Of What We Call Good Luck; And Also, Bad.
One Of The Dreariest Spots On Life's Road Is The Point Of Conviction That Nothing Will Ever Again Happen To You.
We May Differ Widely In Environments, Education, Learning, Knowledge, Or Lack Of It, And In Our Personalities, Our Likes And Dislikes. But If We Set Ourselves The Task, We'll Find A Meeting Place Somehow And Somewhere.
The Shadow Of Fear And Uncertainty Lies Over Most Of Us; For Us The Future Seems Far From Being As Clear And Open As We Believed It Would Be.
You Cannot Contribute Anything To The Ideal Condition Of Mind And Heart Known As Brotherhood, However Much You Preach, Posture, Or Agree, Unless You Live It.
Every Generation Proclaims That Each Must Lead His Own Life, But Seldom Grants The Subsequent Generation The Right To Lead Theirs.
Gratitude Is A Humble Emotion. It Expresses Itself In A Thousand Ways, From A Sincere Thank You To Friend Or Stranger, To The Mute, Up-reaching Acknowledgment To God--not For The Gifts Of This Day Only, But For The Day Itself; Not For What We Believe Will Be Ours In The Future, But For The Bounty Of The Past.
