Miscellaneous
- If We Wait
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- Life is not all joy--not sorrow
- 'Tis like April, sun and rain.
- Reddest rose must have its thornthrust;
- Gladdest heart must know fierce pain.
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- Joyous summer rolls to winter,
- Brightest day must wax and wane;
- But the summer, and the day dawn,
- If we wait, will come again.
- --Maybelle Haynes Marston
- The body of Ben Franklin, printer,
- Like the cover of an old book,
- Its contents worn out
- And stripped of its lettering and gilding
- Lies here, food for worms.
- But the work shall not be lost
- For it will, as he believed, appear once more
- In a new and more elegant edition
- Corrected and improved
- By the author.
- It is better to arrive a little late in this world than a little early in the next.
- --Poster in FAA Office, Whitehorse, Yukon
- Do not call yourself old. A man is as old as the creative force within him.
- --Irving Stone
- It is better to ask a few questions than to know all the answers.
- --Thurber
- Don't listen to the person who has the answers; listen to the person who has the questions.
- --Albert Einstein
- Judge a man by his questions rather than by his answers.
- --Voltaire
- The important thing is not to stop questioning.
- --Albert Einstein
- Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares drop off like falling leaves.
- --John Muir
- I have always delighted at the prospect of a new day, a fresh try, one more start, with perhaps a bit of magic waiting somewhere behind the morning.
- --J. B. Priestly
- To sing is to praise God and the daffodils, and to praise God is to thank Him, in every note within my small range, and every color in the tones of my voice, with every look into the eyes of my audience, to thank Him. Thank you, God, for letting me be born, for giving me eyes to see the daffodils lean in the wind, all my brothers, all my sisters, for giving me ears to hear crying, legs to come running, hands to smooth damp hair, a voice to laugh with and to sing with...to sing to you and the daffodils....
- --Joan Baez
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