Sunday, December 31, 2006

God gave us memories that we might have roses in December. — J.M. Barrie

Saturday, December 30, 2006

At every party there are two kinds of people -- those who want to go home and those who don't. The trouble is, they are usually married to each other. — Ann Landers

Friday, December 29, 2006

It is easy to love the people far away. It is not always easy to love those close to us. It is easier to give a cup of rice to relieve hunger than to relieve the loneliness and pain of someone unloved in our own home. Bring love into your home for this is where our love for each other must start. — Mother Teresa

Thursday, December 28, 2006

Know you what it is to be a child? It is to be something very different from the man of to-day...it is to believe in love, to believe in loveliness, to believe in belief; it is to be so little that the elves can reach to whisper in your ear; it is to turn pumpkins into coaches, and mice into horses, lowness into loftiness, and nothing into everything, for each child has its fairy godmother in its own soul. — Francis Thompson

Wednesday, December 27, 2006

Anxiety is the rust of life, destroying its brightness and weakening its power. A childlike and abiding trust in Providence is its best preventive and remedy. — Unknown

Tuesday, December 26, 2006

I have been driven many times to my knees by the overwhelming conviction that I had nowhere else to go. — Abraham Lincoln

Monday, December 25, 2006

Christmas is the day that holds all time together. — Alexander Smith

Sunday, December 24, 2006

I am not alone at all, I thought. I was never alone at all. And that, of course, is the message of Christmas. We are never alone. Not when the night is darkest, the wind coldest, the world seemingly most indifferent. For this is still the time God chooses. — Taylor Caldwell

Saturday, December 23, 2006

Despair is most often the offspring of ill-preparedness. — Don Williams, Jr

Friday, December 22, 2006

People need trouble -- a little frustration to sharpen the spirit on, toughen it. Artists do; I don't mean you need to live in a rat hole or gutter, but you have to learn fortitude, endurance. Only vegetables are happy. — William Faulkner

Thursday, December 21, 2006

There cannot be a crisis today; my schedule is already full. — Henry Kissinger

Wednesday, December 20, 2006

Courtesies of a small and trivial character are the ones which strike deepest in the grateful and appreciating heart. — Henry Clay

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

When you have a great and difficult task, something perhaps almost impossible, if you only work a little at a time, every day a little, suddenly the work will finish itself. — Isak Dinesen (Baroness Karen Blixen)

Monday, December 18, 2006

There are times when a battle decides everything, and there are times when the most insignificant thing can decide the outcome of a battle. — Napoleon Bonaparte

Sunday, December 17, 2006

Some businessmen are saying this could be the greatest Christmas ever. I always thought that the first one was. — Art Fettig

Saturday, December 16, 2006

Shopping is a woman thing. It's a contact sport like football. Women enjoy the scrimmage, the noisy crowds, the danger of being trampled to death, and the ecstasy of the purchase. — Erma Bombeck

Friday, December 15, 2006

One day your life will flash before your eyes. Make sure it's worth watching. — Unknown

Thursday, December 14, 2006

A positive attitude may not solve all your problems, but it will annoy enough people to make it worth the effort. — Herm Albright

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

It always rains on tents. Rainstorms will travel thousands of miles, against prevailing winds for the opportunity to rain on a tent. — Dave Barry

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

In the opinion of the world, marriage ends all, as it does in a comedy. The truth is precisely the opposite: it begins all. — Anne Sophie Swetchine

Monday, December 11, 2006

Probably the reason we all go so haywire at Christmas time with the endless unrestrained and often silly buying of gifts is that we don't quite know how to put our love into words. — Harlan Miller

Sunday, December 10, 2006

Poisons and medicine are oftentimes the same substance given with different intents. — Peter Mere Latham

Saturday, December 09, 2006

When we walk to the edge of all the light we have, and take that step into the darkness of the unknown, we must believe that one of two things will happen—there will be something solid for us to stand on, or God will teach us to fly. — Leiden ‘94 (?)

Friday, December 08, 2006

Illness is the doctor to whom we pay most heed; to kindness, to knowledge we make promise only; pain we obey. — Marcel Proust

Thursday, December 07, 2006

You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes.
You can steer yourself in any direction you choose.
You're on your own.
And you know what you know.
You are the guy who'll decide where to go.
— Dr. Seuss

Wednesday, December 06, 2006

A successful marriage requires falling in love many times, always with the same person. — Mignon McLaughlin, The Second Neurotic's Notebook, 1966

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

He who works with his hands is a laborer. He who works with his hands and his head is a craftsman. He who works with his hands and his head and his heart is an artist. — St Francis of Assisi

Monday, December 04, 2006

External heat and cold had little influence on Scrooge. No warmth could warm, no wintry weather chill him. No wind that blew was bitterer than he, no falling snow was more intent upon its purpose, no pelting rain less open to entreaty. — Charles Dickens

Sunday, December 03, 2006

When I walk by the wayside, He is along with me. When I enter into company amid all my forgetfulness of Him, He never forgets me. In the silent watches of the night, when my eyelids are closed and my spirit has sunk into unconsciousness, the observant eye of Him who never slumbers is upon me. — Thomas Chalmers

Saturday, December 02, 2006

Most grandmas have a touch of the scallywag. — Helen Thomson

Friday, December 01, 2006

The best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow