Happiness Is The Final And

Reality Even When It Is Sad Is Better Than Illusions. Illusions Are At The Mercy Of Any Winds That Blow. Real Happiness Must Come From Within, From A Fixed Purpose And Faith In One's Fellow Men.

Surely There Is No Road Of Effort So Steep But A Loving Deed May Soften Its Hardshness.

A Simple, Childlike Faith In A Divine Friend Solves All The Problems That Come To Us By Land Or Sea

Christmas Day Is The Festival Of Optimism.

I Can See In What You Call The Dark, But Which To Me Is Golden.