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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 (click to search)

Keep constantly in mind in how many things you yourself have witnessed changes already. The universe is change, life is understanding.
We are partakers of a common nature, and the same causes that contribute to the benefit of one contribute to the benefit of another.
The great law of culture is: let each become all that he was created capable of being.
Pearls lie not on the seashore. If thou desirest one thou must dive for it.
Change and growth take place when a person has risked himself and dares to become involved with experimenting with his own life.
Gold, for the instant, lost its luster in his eyes, for there were countless treasures of the heart which it could never purchase.
God doesn't look at how much we do, but with how much love we do it.
When in doubt, make a fool of yourself. There is a microspically thin line between being brilliantly creative and acting like the most gigantic idiot on earth. So what the hell, leap.
In the midst of all the doubts which we have discussed for four thousand years in for thousand ways, the safest course is to do nothing against one's conscience. With this secret, we can enjoy life and have no fear from death
You can do anything if you have enthusiasm
In everyone there is something precious, found in no-one else; so honour each man for what is hidden within him -- for what he alone has, and none of his fellows.
Talk not of wasted affection! Affection never was wasted....
Nothing in life is to be feared. It is only to be understood.
You can and you must expect suffering.
It sometimes seems that intense desire creates not only its own opportunities, but its own talents.
The moment the slaves resolves that he will no longer be a slave, his fetters fall. He frees himself and shows the way to others. Freedom and slavery are mental states.
It is always darkest just before the day dawneth.
Never let the future disturb you. You will meet it, if you have to, with the same weapons of reason which today arm you against the present.
It is the supreme art of the teacher to awaken joy in creative expression and knowledge.
He that is kind is free, though he is a slave; he that is evil is a slave, though he be a king.
In nothing do men approach so nearly to the gods as in doing good to men.
Nothing resists a human will that stakes its very existence upon the achievement of its purpose.
Among those whom I like or admire, I can find no common denominator, but among those I love, I can: all of them make me laugh.
Take time to deliberate, but when the time for action has arrived, stop thinking and go in.

Poems/Prose (click to search)

Happy the man, and happy he alone, He who can call to-day his own; He who, secure within, can say, Tomorrow, do thy worst, for I have liv'd today.
If you have a tender message, Or a loving word to say, Do not wait till you forget it, But whisper it today; The tender word unspoken, The letter never sent, The long forgotten messages, The wealth of love unspent-- For these some hearts are breaking, For these some loved ones wait; So show them that you care for them Before it is too late.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are! Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky. When the blazing sun is set, When the grass with dew is wet, Then you show your little light, Twinkle, twinkle, all the night. Then the traveler in the dark, Thanks you for your tiny spark; He could not see which way to go If you did not twinkle so. In the dark blue sky you keep, And often through my curtains peep, For you never shut your eye Till the sun is in the sky. As your bright and shiny spark, Lights the traveler in the dark, Though I know not what you are, Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
Who hath a book Has friends at hand, And gold and gear At his command; And rich estates, If he but look, Are held by him Who hath a book. Who hath a book Has but to read And he may be A king indeed; His Kingdom is His inglenook; All this is his Who hath a book.
THROUGH this toilsome world, alas! Once and only once I pass; If a kindness I may show, If a good deed I may do To a suffering fellow man, Let me do it while I can. No delay, for it is plain I shall not pass this way again.
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.
I walked a mile with Pleasure; She chattered all the way, But left me none the wiser For all she had to say. I walked a mile with Sorrow And ne'er a word said she; But oh, the things I learned from her When Sorrow walked with me!
We men of Earth have here the stuff Of Paradise -- we have enough! We need no other stones to build The stairs into the Unfulfilled - No other ivory for the doors - No other marble for the floors - No other cedar for the beam And dome of man's immortal dream. Here on the paths of every-day - Here on the common human way Is all the stuff the gods would take To build a Heaven, to mold and make New Edens. Ours the stuff sublime To build Eternity in time!
Look up! and not down; Out! and not in; Forward! and not back; And lend a hand.
All are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time; Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme. Nothing useless is, or low; Each thing in its place is best; And what seems but idle show Strengthens and supports the rest. For the structure that we raise, Time is with materials filled; Our to-days and yesterdays Are the blocks with which we build. Truly shape and fashion these; Leave no yawning gaps between; Think not, because no man sees, Such things will remain unseen. In the elder days of Art, Builders wrought with greatest care Each minute and unseen part; For the Gods see everywhere. Let us do our work as well, Both the unseen and the seen; Make the house, where Gods may dwell, Beautiful, entire, and clean. Else our lives are incomplete, Standing in these walls of Time, Broken stairways, where the feet Stumble as they seek to climb. Build to-day, then, strong and sure, With a firm and ample base; And ascending and secure Shall to-morrow find its place. Thus alone can we attain To those turrets, where the eye Sees the world as one vast plain, And one boundless reach of sky.
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.
One hour of life, crowded to the full with glorious action, and filled with noble risks, is worth whole years of those mean observances of paltry decorum, in which men steal through existence, like sluggish waters through a marsh, without either honor or observation.
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.
If instead of a jewel, or even a flower, we could cast the gift of a lovely thought into the heart of another, that would be giving as the angels must give.
The heights by great men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight, But they, while their companions slept Were toiling upward in the night.