After a good dinner one can forgive anybody, even one's own relations.

Leaders must be close enough to relate to others, but far enough ahead to motivate them.

John C. Maxwell

Repeat the good. And the bad. Do it all...and pile on the years.

Natsuki Takaya

Respect life, Revere life. There is nothing more holy than life, nothing more divine than life.

Osho

Life seems to go on without effort when I am filled with music.

George Eliot

What one generation sees as a luxury, the next sees as a necessity.

Anthony Crosland

It is through beauty that we arrive at freedom.

Friedrich Schiller

If we had no faults of our own, we should not take so much pleasure in noticing those in others.

Francois de La Rochefoucauld

It is not how much you love someone, but who you are when you are with him.

Anne Tyler

...The wife, soon to be a mother, could hardly catch her breath in the heavy, choking dust, for even in the pure air she breathed hard from her burden. Each jolt of the wagon, for those ahead had made wagon ruts almost 'ex' deep, wrung from her clenched lips a half-groan that she did her best to keep from the anxious, solicitous husband plodding slowly along, guiding and goading the poor dumb cattle, themselves weary from the long trek. So through the long day of jolting and discomfort and sometimes pain, sometimes panting for breath, the mother, anxious only that the unborn babe should not be injured, rode, for she could not walk; and the children walked, for the load was too heavy and big for them to ride; and the father walked sturdily alongside and prayed....Then the morning came when from out that last wagon floated the cry of the newborn babe, and mother love made a shrine, and Father bowed in reverence before it. But the train must move on. So out into the dust and dirt the last wagon moved again, swaying and jolting, while Mother eased as best she could each pain-giving jolt so no harm might be done her, that she might be strong to feed the little one, bone of her bone, flesh of her flesh. Who will dare to say that angels did not cluster round and guard her and ease her rude bed, for she had given another choice spirit its mortal body that it might work out its God-given destiny?

J. (Joshua) Reuben Clark, Jr., T

The town itself is disagreeable; but then, all around, you find an inexpressible beauty of nature.

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Virtue is relative to the actions and ages of each of us in all that we do.

Plato

Self-denial is indulgence of a propensity to forego

Ambrose Bierce