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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)

The more you have, the more you are occupied, the less you give. But the less you have, the moer free you are. Poverty for us is a freedom.
Whatever you can do or dream you can, begin it. Boldness has genius, power and magic in it
He that dwelleth in love dwelleth in God, and God in him.
I love laughing.
The way of a fool seems right to him, but a wise man listens to advice.
Each person you meet is in a specific stage of their life, a stage you may not have passed or not yet reached. Judging them by your standards and experience is therefore not only unfair, but could lead to unnecessary anger and frustration.
A man, after he has brushed off the dust and chips of his life, will have left only the hard, clean question: Was it good or was it evil? Have I done well - or ill?
Courage is what it takes to stand up and speak; courage is also what it takes to sit down and listen.
Whenever you see a successful business, someone once made a courageous decision.
My strength is as the strength of ten, because my heart is pure.
Do what you feel in your heart to be right - for you'll be criticized anyway. You'll be damned if you do, and damned if you don't.
Love is like quicksilver in the hand. Leave the fingers open and it stays. Clutch it, and it darts away.
Change and growth take place when a person has risked himself and dares to become involved with experimenting with his own life.
Do not despise your situation; in it you must act, suffer and conquer. From every point on earth we are equally near to heaven and to the infinite.
All big men are dreamers. They see things in the soft haze of a spring day or in the red fire of a long winter's evening. Some of us let great dreams die, but others nourish and protect them, nurse them through bad days till they bring them to the sunshin
Luck favors the mind that is prepared.
Thinking is the hardest work there is, which is probably why so few engage in it.
You can be whatever type of person you choose to be. Your habits, your behaviors, your responses, are all your choice.
Love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking together in the same direction.
Every minute you are thinking of evil, you might have been thinking of good instead. Refuse to pander to a morbid interest in your own misdeeds. Pick yourself up, be sorry, shake yourself, and go on again.
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
Nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm.
By the deeds know a man.

Poems/Prose (click to search)

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.
'Tis an old maxim in the schools, That flattery's the food of fools; Yet now and then your men of wit Will condescend to take a bit.
I took a piece of plastic clay And idly fashioned it one day, And as my fingers pressed it, still It bent and yielded to my will. I came again, when days were passed, The bit of clay was hard at last, The form I gave it, still it bore, But I could change that form no more. Then I took a piece of living clay And gently formed it, day by day And molded with my power and art, A young child's soft and yielding heart. I came again when years were gone, It was a man I looked upon. He still that early impress bore, And I could change it, nevermore.
It's not so much what you say As the manner in which you say it; It's not so much the language you use As the tone in which you convey it; "Come here!" I sharply said, And the child cowered and wept. "Come here," I said -- He looked and smiled And straight to my lap he crept. Words may be mild and fair And the tone may pierce like a dart; Words may be soft as the summer air But the tone may break my heart; For words come from the mind Grow by study and art -- But tone leaps from the inner self Revealing the state of the heart. Whether you know it or not, Whether you mean or care, Gentleness, kindness, love, and hate, Envy, anger, are there. Then, would you quarrels avoid And peace and love rejoice? Keep anger not only out of your words -- Keep it out of your voice.
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.
'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.
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.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same. And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.
The man who misses all the fun Is he who says, "It can't be done." In solemn pride he stands aloof And greets each venture with reproof. Had he the power he'd efface The history of the human race; We'd have no radio or motor cars, No streets lit by electric stars; No telegraph nor telephone, We'd linger in the age of stone. The world would sleep if things were run By men who say "It can't be done."
If I knew you and you knew me-- If both of us could clearly see, And with an inner sight divine The meaning of your heart and mine-- I'm sure that we would differ less And clasp our hands in friendliness; Our thoughts would pleasantly agree If I know you, and you knew me. If I knew you and you knew me, As each one knows his own self, we Could look each other in the face And see therein a truer grace Life has so many hidden woes, So many thorns for every rose; The "why" of things our hearts would see, If I knew you and you knew me.
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.
A little more kindness and a little less creed, A little more giving and a little less greed; A little more smile and a little less frown, A little less kicking a man when he's down; A little more "we" and a little less "I," A little more laugh and a little less cry; A few more flowers on the pathway of life, And fewer on graves at the end of the strife.
A smile costs nothing but gives much - It takes but a moment, but the memory of it usually lasts forever. None are so rich that can get along without it- And none are so poor but that can be made rich by it. It enriches those who receive Without making poor those who give- It creates sunshine in the home, Fosters good will in business And is the best antidote for trouble- And yet it cannot be begged, borrowed or stolen, for it is of no value Unless it is freely given away. Some people are too busy to give you a smile- Give them one of yours- For the good Lord knows that no one needs a smile so badly As he or she who has no more smiles left to give.
You entered my life in a casual way, And saw at a glance what I needed; There were others who passed me or met me each day, But never a one of them heeded. Perhaps you were thinking of other folks more, Or chance simply seemed to decree it; I know there were many such chances before, But the others - well, they didn't see it. You said just the thing that I wished you would say, And you made me believe that you meant it; I held up my head in the old gallant way, And resolved you should never repent it. There are times when encouragement means such a lot, And a word is enough to convey it; There were others who could have, as easy as not- But, just the same, they didn't say it. There may have been someone who could have done more To help me along, though I doubt it; What I needed was cheering, and always before They had let me plod onward without it. You helped to refashion the dream of my heart, And made me turn eagerly to it; There were others who might have (I question that part)- But, after all, they didn't do it!
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.