Christmas, my child, is love in action. Every time we love, every time we give, it's Christmas.
Every day we live is a priceless gift of God, loaded with possibilities to learn something new, to gain fresh insights.
If we never had any storms, we couldn't appreciate the sunshine.
It's the way you ride the trail that counts.
Prayer! I couldn't live without it; I would have died a thousand times if it had not been for my chance to talk it over with God, and gain strength in it from him.
I lay in the bed at the hospital and said, 'let's see what I have left.' And I could see, I could speak, I could think, I could read. I simply tabulated my blessings, and that gave me a start.
Life is not over because you have diabetes. Make the most of what you have, be grateful.
Who cares about the clouds when we're together? Just sing a song and bring the sunny weather.
Happy trails to you, until we meet again.
it is not only unfair but disgustingly cruel that the mother is always held responsible for the illegitimate child, while the father goes scot-free.