“Life isn't all grand, but it isn't all miserable either. There's both sweet and sour in every day. So why focus on the ugly when you can gaze at what's beautiful? Concentrate on the good.”

“You will realize one day that all the money in the world cannot buy you happiness. Nor can it make you a person of good character.”

“When I count my blessings, I find you in every one.”

“Even the smallest tender mercy can bring peace when recognized and appreciated.”

“There are many who don't wish to sleep for fear of nightmares. Sadly, there are many who don't wish to wake for the same fear.”

“The world seems to want us to be sad and angry because bad things frequently happen. But I say we should feel the opposite. We should be happy and cheerful because good things happen. We should be ...”

“If a man does not work passionately - even furiously - at being the best in the world at what he does, he fails his talent, his destiny, and his God.”

“I mean a man whose hopes and aims may sometimes lie (as most men's sometimes do, I dare say) above the ordinary level, but to whom the ordinary level will be high enough after all if it should prov...”

“Not everything you're good at is what you're called to do.”

“Live with God, have faith in God it is true happiness”

“To serve means to dedicate or devote yourself fully to a certain course and to please the person you are serving in everything”

“When I was a boy of seven or eight I read a novel untitled "Abafi" The Son of Aba a Servian translation from the Hungarian of Josika, a writer of renown. The lessons it teaches are much like thos...”

“I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat. We have before us an ordeal of the most grievous kind. We have before us many, many long months of struggle and of suffering. You ask, what...”

“His pen spoke more to her than he ever did.In the war of words, some are unwritten and some are unspoken.”

“How might I get over this? How would I be able to overlook the way he used to be with me? How could I overlook that his fingers touched my indiscernible soul before it twisted my nipples? How might...”