It is not so much WHERE you live, as HOW you live, and whether good flows from you through your neighborhood

To every man there openeth a way, and ways, and a way. And the high soul climbs the high way, and the low soul gropes the low. And in between, on the misty flats, the rest drift to and fro. But to every man there openeth a high way and a low, and every man decideth the way his soul shall go.

Stretch a hand to one unfriended And thy loneliness is ended.

Not for one single day Can I discern my way, But this I surely know- Who gives the day Will show the way, So I securely go.

Love ever gives-forgives-outlives and ever stands with open hands. And while it lives, it gives. For this is love's prerogative - to give and give and give.

Thank God for sleep! And when you cannot sleep, still thank Him that you live to lie awake.

And every man decideth The way his soul shall go.

For death begins with life's first breath, And life begins at touch of death.