“True happiness is not money in the bank or a fancy home-it's a forgiving heart filled with love and gratitude”

“Don't let anyone control how much, and who you give to-people have a way of spending your money”

“It doesn't matter how much money we have or how much we own here on Earth-we have to die and leave it all-that's the plain truth”

“True giving is not what goes on when the cameras are rolling-but what goes on in the heart.”

“He fell in love with her house and land,He fell in love with her pension plan,He worked his way to her lonely heart,He was quite wily from the very start.”

“Basic steps when giving:-Don't give to receive-Don't give to impress-No cameras-Include your heart”

“Even if you cannot change all the people around you, you can change the people you choose to be around. Life is too short to waste your time on people who dont respect, appreciate, and value you. S...”

“It's easy to equate longing with love. It's the same way it was with your mother. You worked to earn her love. You loved and were not appreciated. You learned that love was Work and Wanting and Giv...”

“Life is too short to waste your time on people who dont respect, appreciate, and value you.”

“And from the midst of cheerless gloomI passed to bright unclouded day.”

“Whoever is content, would be of good cheer.”

“But it is a blessed provision of nature that at times like these, as soon as a man's mercury has got down to a certain point there comes a revulsion, and he rallies. Hope springs up, and cheerfulne...”

“...I do come home at Christmas. We all do, or we all should. We all come home, or ought to come home, for a short holiday - the longer, the better - from the great boarding-school, where we are for...”

“He went to the church, and walked about the streets, and watched the people hurrying to and for, and patted the children on the head, and questioned beggars, and looked down into the kitchens of ho...”

“The Christmas presents once opened are Not So Much Fun as they were while we were in the process of examining, lifting, shaking, thinking about, and opening them. Three hundred sixty-five days late...”