In the laughing times we know that we are lucky and in the quiet times we know that we are blessed. And we will not be alone.

A man filled with the love of God is not content with blessing his family alone but ranges through the whole world anxious to bless the whole human race.

It is a blessed thing that in every age some one has had the individuality enough and courage enough to stand by his own convictions.

The harvest of old age is the recollection and abundance of blessing previously secured.