A wee bit of heaven drifted down from above, a handful of happiness, a heart full of love.

God grant me courage and hope for everyday, faith to guide me along my way, understanding and wisdom, too, and grace to accept what life gives me to do.

When you ask God for a gift, Be thankful if he sends, Not diamonds, pearls or riches, but the love of real true friends.

You cannot change reality, but you can control the manner in which you look at things. Your attitude is under your own control. Weed out the negative and focus on the positive!

No matter how steep the mountain - the Lord is going to climb it with you.

A mother's love is like a beacon, Burning bright with Faith and Prayer, And through the changing scenes of life, We can find a haven there.

The way to real growth is not to become more powerful or more famous, but to become more human and more tolerant.

Comfort comes from knowing that people have made the same journey. And solace comes from understanding how others have learned to sing again.

In everything both great and small, We see the Hand of God in all.

Never borrow sorrow from tomorrow.

Peace on earth will come to stay, When we live Christmas every day.

In other words, it's one of those books you thrust on your partner with an incredulous cry of "This is me!

I’m a liar and a cheat and a coward, but I will never, ever, let a friend down. Unless of course not letting them down requires honesty, fair play, or bravery.

It was not that Madame Santeuil's moral values had altered, but only her view of the moral values of others.

Dan clung to her in speechless gratitude, feeling the blessedness of mother love, — that divine gift which comforts, purifies, and strengthens all who seek it.

Man is a reasoning rather than a reasonable animal.

All Lightwoods look the same to me—

Only when man is willing to change himself, there can be a true revolution.

Oh, God, Alaska, I love you. I love you,' and the Colonel whispered, 'I'm so sorry, Pudge. I know you did,' and I said, 'No. Not past tense.

Life is short, but its ills make it seem long.

Artistic growth is, more than it is anything else, a refining of the sense of truthfulness.