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Once again, I am attempting to rebuild HappyOtter to match the dream of how I wish it would look. I wonder how far I will get this time before I am distracted by an adventure or volunteer project?

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Quotes, poems, and photos are working now and are searchable!

Currently establishing userpoint system for Random Acts of Kindness.

Points will allow purchase of nature photos via online shop.

Online shop has begun to work (still needs lots of work).

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Quotes (click to search)

Never say there is nothing beautiful in the world any more. There is always something to make you wonder, in the shape of a leaf, the trembling of a tree.
Ethics is the maintaining of life at the highest point of development.
Nothing can bring you peace but yourself.
I have found that a large percentage of the population operates under a dangerous illusion - the illusion that the world's problems are too big and too complex for one individual to make a difference. But I believe one person can make a difference. My dad
One man with courage makes a majority.
As much of heaven is visible as we have eyes to see.
Take a music bath once or twice a week for a few seasons, and you will find that it is to the soul what the water bath is to the body.
I exist as I am, that is enough.
This world is but canvas to our imaginations
Indolence is a delightful but distressing state. We must be doing something to be happy.
It is familiarity with life that makes time speed quickly. When every day is a step into the unknown, as for children, the days are long with the gathering of experience.
They can because they think they can.
A man can only do what he can do. But if he does that each day he can sleep at night and do it again the next day.
It is possible to be different and still be right. There can be two - or more - answers to the same question, and all can be right.
Only those who dare to fail greatly can ever achieve greatly
He conquers who endures.
One forgives as much as one loves.
Shake off all the fears of servile prejudices, under which weak minds are servilely crouched. Fix reason firmly in her seat, and call on her tribunal for every fact, every opinion. Question with boldness even the existence of a God; because, if there be o
Creativity can solve almost any problem. The creative act, the defeat of habit by originality, overcomes everything.
It sometimes seems that intense desire creates not only its own opportunities, but its own talents.
I know of only one duty, and that is to love.
A lot of successful people are risk-takers. Unless you're
Destiny is not a matter of chance, it is a matter of choice.

Poems/Prose (click to search)

People are of two kinds, and he Was the kind I'd like to be. Some preach their virtues, and a few Express their lives by what they do; That sort was he. No flowery phrase Or glibly spoken word of praise Won friends for him. He wasn't cheap Or shallow, but his course ran deep, And it was pure. You know the kind. Not many in life you find Whose deeds outrun their words so far That more than what they seem, they are.
There are loyal hearts, there are spirits brave, There are souls that are pure and true, Then give to the world the best you have, And the best will come back to you. Give love, and love to your life will flow, A strength in your utmost need, Have faith, and a score of hearts will show Their faith in your word and deed. Give truth, and your gift will be paid in kind; And honor will honor meet; And a smile that is sweet will surely find A smile that is just as sweet. Give pity and sorrow to those who mourn, You will gather in flowers again The scattered seeds from your thoughts outborne Though the sowing seemed but vain. For life is the mirror of king and slave, 'Tis just what we are and do; Then give to the world the best you have, And the best will come back to you.
'Tis a lesson you should heed, Try, try again; If at first you don't succeed, Try, try again; Then your courage should appear, For, if you will persevere, You will conquer, never fear; Try, try again. Once or twice though you should fail, Try, try again; If you would at last prevail, Try, try again; If we strive, 'tis no disgrace Though we do not win the race; What should you do in the case? Try, try again. Time will bring you your reward, Try, try again. All that other folks can do, Why, with patience, should not you? Only keep this rule in view; Try, try again.
Great events, we often find, On little things depend, And very small beginnings Have oft a mighty end. Letters joined make words, And words to books may grow, As flake on flake descending Form an avalanche of snow. A single utterance may good Or evil thought inspire; One little spark enkindled May set a town on fire. What volumes may be written With little drops of ink! How small a leak, unnoticed, A mighty ship will sink! A tiny insect's labor Makes the coral strand, And mighty seas are girdled With grains of golden sand. A daily penny, saved, A fortune may begin; A daily penny, squandered, May lead to vice and sin. Our life is made entirely Of moments multiplied, As little streamlets, joining, Form the ocean's tide. Our hours and days, our months & years, Are in small moments given: They constitute our time below -- Eternity in heaven.
I do not wish to expiate, but to live. My life is not an apology, but a life. It is for itself and not for a spectacle. I much prefer that it should be a lower strain, so it be genuine and equal, than that it should be glittering and unsteady... What I must do is all that concerns me, not what the people think. This rule, equally arduous in actual, and in intellectual life, may serve for the whole distinction between greatness and meanness. It is the harder because you will always find those who think they know what is your duty better than you know it. It is easy in the world to live after the world's opinion; it is easy in solitude to live after our own; but the great man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude.
Whom do I call educated? First, those who manage well the circumstances which they encounter day by day and those who possess a judgment which is accurate in meeting occasions as they arise and rarely miss the expedient course of action. Next, those who are decent and honorable in their intercourse with all men, bearing easily and good- naturedly what is unpleasant and offensive in others, and being as agreeable and reasonable to their associates as it is humanly possible to be. Furthermore, those who hold their pleasures always under control and are not ultimately overcome by their misfortunes, bearing up under them bravely and in a manner worthy of our common nature. Finally, and most important of all, those who are not spoiled by their successes, who do not desert their true selves, but hold their ground steadfastly as wise and sober- minded men, rejoicing no more in the good things that have come to them through chance than in the which, through their own nature and intelligence, are theirs since birth. Those who have a character which is in accord, not with one of these things, but with all of them -- these I maintain are educated and whole men possessed of all the virtues of a man.
The world is so full of a number of things, I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings.
If with pleasure you are viewing any work a man is doing, If you like him or you love him, tell him now; Don't withhold your approbation till the parson makes oration And he lies with snowy lilies on his brow; No matter how you shout it he won't really care about it; He won't know how many teardrops you have shed; If you think some praise is due him now's the time to slip it to him, For he cannot read his tombstone when he's dead. More than fame and more then money is the comment kind and sunny And the hearty, warm approval of a friend. For it gives to life a savor, and it makes you stronger, braver, And it gives you heart and spirit to the end; If he earns your praise - bestow it; if you like him let him know it; Let the words of true encouragement be said; Do not wait till life is over and he's underneath the clover, For he cannot read his tombstone when he's dead.
To touch the cup with eager lips and taste, not drain it; To woo and tempt and court a bliss -- and not attain it; To fondle and caress a joy, yet hold it lightly, Lest it become necessity and cling too tightly; To watch the sun set in the west without regretting; To hail its advent in the east -- the night forgetting; To smother care in happiness and grief in laughter; To hold the present close -- not questioning hereafter; To have enough to share -- to know the joy of giving; To thrill with all the sweets of life -- is living.
Bigotry has no head and cannot think, no heart and cannot feel. When she moves it is in wrath; when she pauses it is amid ruin. Her prayers are curses, her god is a demon, her communion is death, her vengeance is eternity, her decalogue is written in the blood of her victims, and if she stops for a moment in her infernal flight it is upon a kindred rock to whet her vulture fang for a more sanguinary desolation.
We are all citizens of one world, we are all of one blood. To hate a man because he was born in another country, because he speaks a different language, or because he take a different view on this subject or that, is a great folly. Desist, I implore you, for we are all equally human.... Let us have but one end in view, the welfare of humanity.
Who never wept knows laughter but a jest; Who never failed, no victory has sought; Who never suffered, never lived his best; Who never doubted, never really thought; Who never feared, real courage has not shown; Who never faltered, lacks a real intent; Whose soul was never troubled has not known The sweetness and the peace of real content.
I'd like to be the sort of friend that you have been to me; I'd like to be the help that you've been always glad to be; I'd like to mean as much to you each minute of the day As you have meant, old friend of mine, to me along the way. I'd like to do the big things and the splendid things for you, To brush the gray from out your skies and leave them only blue; I'd like to give you back the joy that you have given me, Yet that were wishing you a need I hope will never be; I'd like to make you feel as rich as I, who travel on Undaunted in the darkest hours with you to lean upon. I'm wishing at this Christmas time that I could be repay A portion of the gladness that you've strewn along my way; And could I have one wish this year, this only would it be: I'd like to be the sort of friend that you have been to me.
And if a lowly singer dries one tear, Or soothes one humble human heart n pain, Be sure his homely verse to God is dear, And not one stanza has been sung in vain...
A wise old owl sat on an oak, The more he saw the less he spoke; The less he spoke the more he heard; Why aren't we like that wise old bird?