Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
You have been my friend. That in itself is a tremendous thing. I wove my webs for you because I liked you. After all, what’s a life, anyway? We’re born, we live a little while, we die. A spider’s life can’t help being something of a mess, with all this trapping and eating flies. By helping you, perhaps I was trying to lift up my life a trifle. Heaven knows anyone’s life can stand a little of that.
Friday, August 22, 2008
~Sir Winston Churchill (1874-1965)
Slow down and enjoy life. It's not only the scenery you miss by going too fast - you also miss the sense of where you are going and why.
~Eddie Cantor (1892-1964)
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Friday, April 25, 2008
Monday, March 31, 2008
The Misery of Job and the Mercy of God
~Harriet Beecher Stowe,
Uncle Tom's Cabin
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
Sunday, February 17, 2008
~Blaise Pascal, Pensées
Monday, February 04, 2008
It is easy enough to be pleasant,
When life flows by like a song,
But the man worth while is one who will smile,
When everything goes dead wrong.
For the test of the heart is trouble,
And it always comes with the years,
And the smile that is worth the praises of earth
Is the smile that shines through tears.
It is easy enough to be prudent,
When nothing tempts you to stray,
When without or within no voice of sin
Is luring your soul away;
But it's only a negative virtue
Until it is tried by fire,
And the life that is worth the honor of earth
Is the one that resists desire.
By the cynic, the sad, the fallen,
Who had no strength for the strife,
The world's highway is cumbered to-day;
They make up the sum of life.
But the virtue that conquers passion,
And the sorrow that hides in a smile,
It is these that are worth the homage on earth
For we find them but once in a while.
~Ella Wheeler Wilcox 1850-1919
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
~Viktor Frankl (1905-1997),
former prisoner of a Nazi concentration camp
Friday, January 25, 2008
~William Henry Channing
Sunday, January 20, 2008
For those who would feast on sorrows.
You have given trials richly
To those You know must grow.
Yet must this be so?
Can only through the pain,
So very like the pains of death
The gift of wisdsom find its rest?
I am not weak, and bitterness
In me finds little consolation
That it should live or grow
Near to my chest.
Yet even so, I find the
Call to suffer and to suffer well
More cryptic than all the twists of
Gordium. Shall I rest?
I do not think that rest was made for you.
Much wisdom is your stock
And wisdom brings its sweetness and its pain.
Endure and learn.
With time, you shall, I think, find hope
To rise again.