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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?

Progress:

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)

'tis always morning somewhere in the world.
Greater than the tread of mighty armies is an idea whose time has come.
The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.
Kindness makes the difference between passion and caring. Kindness is tenderness, kindness is love, perhaps greater than love .... kindness is goodwill, kindness says "I want you to be happy." Kindness comes very close to the benevolence of God.
The soul would have no rainbow had the eyes no tears.
We spend so much time yearning for that special item that will finally make us happy, that we don't take the time to look around and discover that we already are.
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.
Lose an hour in the morning and you will be all day hunting for it.
One can never consent to creep when one feels an impulse to soar.
The more I study the world, the more I am convinced of the inability of brute force to create anything durable.
Let me assert my firm belief that the only things we have to fear is fear itself.
He deserves Paradise who makes his companions laugh.
Ask, and it shall be given to you; seek and ye shall find; knock and it shall be opened to you.
The great pleasure of a dog is that you may make a fool of yourself with him and not only will he not scold you, but he will make a fool of himself too.
If thou follow thy star, thou canst hot fail of glorious haven.
Children are likely to live up to what you believe of them.
Man is free at the moment he wishes to be.
The best way out of emotional pain is through it.
All the world is full of suffering, it is also full of overcoming it.
Some of the best lessons we ever learn, we learn from our mistakes and failures. The error of the past is the success and wisdom of the future.
Emptiness is a symptom that you are not living creatively. You either have not goal that is important enough to you, or you are not using your talents and efforts in a striving toward an important goal.
Decision: "What a man makes when he can't find anybody to serve on a committee.
Start some kind word on its travels. There is no telling where the good it may do will stop.
The greatest revolution of our generation is the discovery that human beings, by changing the inner attitudes of their minds, can change the outer aspects of their lives.
Every part of this Earth is sacred to my people. Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark woods, every clearing and humming insect is holy in the memory and experience of my people.

Poems/Prose (click to search)

To live with small means -- to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion, to be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not rich -- to study hard, think quietly, talk gently, act frankly, to listen to stars and birds, babes and sages, with open heart -- to bear all cheerfully -- do all bravely, await occasions, -- hurry never -- in a word to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious, grow up through the common. This is to be my symphony.
Do all the good you can, By all the means you can, In all the ways you can, In all the places you can, At all the times you can, To all the people you can, As long as you can.
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.
God, give us Men! A time like this demands Strong minds, great hearts, true faith and ready hand; Men whom the lust of office does not kill; Men whom the spoils of office cannot buy; Men who possess opinions and a will; Men who have honor; men who will not lie; Men who can stand before a demagogue And damn his treacherous flatteries without winking! Tall men, sun-crowned, who live above the fog In public duty and in private thinking; For while the rabble, with their thumb-worn creeds, Their large professions and their little deeds, Mingle in selfish strife, lo! Freedom weeps, Wrong rules the land and waiting Justice sleeps.
If you sit down at set of sun And count the acts that you have done, And, in counting, find One self-denying deed, one word That eased the heart of him who heard- One glance most kind, That fell like sunshine where it went- Then you may count that day well spent. But, if, through all the livelong day, You've cheered no heart, by yea or nay- If, through it all You've nothing done that you can trace That brought the sunshine to one face- No act most small That helped some soul and nothing cost- Then count that day as worse than lost.
I hold no dream of fortune vast, Nor seek undying fame. I do not ask when life is past That many know my name. I may not own the skill to rise To glory's topmost height, Nor win a place among the wise, But I can keep the right. And I can live my life on earth Contented to the end, If but a few shall know my worth And proudly call me friend.
Open your eyes that you may see The beauty that around you lies, The misty loveliness of the dawn, The glowing colors of the skies; The child's bright eager eyes of blue, The gnarled and wrinkled face of age, The bird with crimson on his wing Whose spirit never knew a cage; The roadsides' blooming goldenrod So brave through summer's wind and heat, The brook that rushes to the sea With courage that naught may defeat. Open your eyes that you may see The wonder that around you lies; It will enrich your every day And make you glad and kind and wise.
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.
I have to live with myself, and so I want to be fit for myself to know, I want to be able, as days go by, Always to look myself straight in the eye; I don't want to stand, with the setting sun, And hate myself for things I have done. I don't want to keep on a closet shelf A lot of secrets about myself, And fool myself, as I come and go, Into thinking that nobody else will know The kind of a man I really am; I don't want to dress up myself in sham. I want to go out with my head erect, I want to deserve all men's respect; But here in the struggle for fame and pelf I want to be able to like myself. I don't want to look at myself and know That I'm bluster and bluff and empty show. I can never hide myself from me; I see what others may never see; I know what others may never know, I never can fool myself, and so, Whatever happens, I want to be Self-respecting and conscience free.
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!
Misunderstood! It is a right fool's word. Is it so bad then to be misunderstood? Pythagoras was misunderstood, and Socrates and Jesus, and Luther, and Copernicus, and Galileo, and Newton and every pure and wise spirit that ever took flesh. To be great is to be misunderstood.
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.
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.
We make the world in which we live By what we gather and what we give, By our daily deeds and the things we say, By what we keep or we cast away. We make our world by the beauty we see In a skylark's song or lilac tree, In a butterfly's wing, in the pale moons' rise, And the wonder that lingers in midnight skies. We make our world by the life we lead, By the friends we have, by the books we read, By the pity we show in the hour of care, By the loads we lift and the love we share. We make our world by the goals we pursue, By the heights we seek and the higher view, By hopes and dreams that reach the sun And a will to fight till the heights are won. What is the place in which we dwell, A hut or a palace, a heaven or hell We gather and scatter, we take and we give, We make our world--and there we live.
A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines. With consistency a great soul has simply nothing to do. He may as well concern himself with his shadow on the wall. Out upon your guarded lips! Sew them up with pack thread, do. Else, if you would be a man, speak what you think today in words as hard as cannon balls, and tomorrow speak what tomorrow thinks in hard words again, though it contradict everything you said today.... Fear never but what you shall be consistent in whatever variety of actions, so they be each honest and natural in their hour. For of one will, the actions will be harmonious, however unlike they seem. These varieties are lost sight of when seen at a little distance, at a little height of thought. One tendency unites then all. The voyage of the best ship is a zigzag line of a hundred tacks. This is only a microscopic criticism. See the line from a sufficient distance, and it straightens itself to the average tendency, your genuine action will explain itself and will explain your other genuine actions.