There once was a woman who woke up one morning,
looked in the mirror,
and noticed she had only three hairs on her head.
Well, she said,
I think I'll braid my hair today!
So she did. And she had A
Wonderful Day!
The next day she woke up ,
looked in the mirror
and saw that she had only two hairs on her head
Hmmm, she said,
I think I'll part my hair down the middle today!
so she did. And she had a
Grand Day!
The next day she woke up,
looked in the mirror and noticed that she had only one hair
on her head.
Well, she said,
today I'm going to wear my hair in a pony tail.
So she did. And she had a
Fun Day!
The next day she woke up,
looked in the mirror and noticed that there wasn't a single
hair on her head.
Yea, she exclaimed,
I don't have to fix my hair today!
I
do not choose to be a common man. It is my right to be
uncommon - if I can. I seek opportunity - not security. I do
not wish to be a kept citizen, humbled and dulled by having
the state look after me. I want to take the calculated risk;
to dream and to build, to fail and to succeed.
I
refuse to barter incentive for dole. I prefer the challenges
of life to the guaranteed existence: the thrill of
fulfillment to the stale calm of Utopia. I will not trade
freedom for beneficence nor my dignity for a handout. I will
never cower before any master nor bend to any threat. It is
my heritage to stand erect; proud and unafraid to think and
act for myself; to worship as I please, to enjoy the
benefits of my creations, and to face the world and boldly
say, "This I have done." All this is what it means to be an
"AMERICAN".
The Honorable Dean Alfange was an American
statesman born December 2, 1899, in Constantinople. He
served in the U.S. Army during World War I and attended
Hamilton College, graduating in the class of ’22. Hamilton
offers the “Dean Alfange Essay Prizes” established by Dean
Alfange and awarded to the students who write the best and
second-best essays on a feature or an issue of American
constitutional government.
This creed is the message of the
Jack and Greta Stalsby Foundation, a charitable foundation
based in San Antonio Texas which has as it's goal to give
back and help others to become “equal” and “have a chance”
in life through education.
“TWO
YEARS ago I came across a formula for success which has
revolutionized my life. It was so simple, and so obvious
once I had seen it, that I could hardly believe it was
responsible for the magical results which followed my
putting it into practice.
The first thing to confess is that two years ago I was a
failure. Oh, nobody knew it except me and those who knew me
well enough to see that I was not doing a tenth of what
could be expected of me. I held an interesting position,
lived not too dull a life—yet there was no doubt in my own
mind, at least, that I had failed. What I was doing was a
substitute activity for what I had planned to do; and no
matter how ingenious and neat the theories were which I
presented to myself to account for my lack of success, I
knew very well that there was more work that I should be
doing, and better work, and work more demonstrably my own.
So we slip through the
world without making our contribution, without discovering
all that there was an us to do, without using the most
minute fraction of our abilities, either native or
acquired. If we manage to be fairly comfortable, to get
some respect and admiration, the taste of ‘a little brief
authority” and some love, we think you have made a good
bargain, we acquiesce in the Will to Fail.
We even pride ourselves on our shrewdness, not suspecting
how badly we' have been cheated, that we have settled for
the compensations of death not the rewards of life.”
"Together
we are going somewhere, each generation building upon the
accomplishments of the previous one, destined for an end we
can only dimly remember. We're all in the process of
awakening and opening up to who we really are, and what we
came here to do, which is often a very difficult task. Yet
I firmly believe that if we always integrate the best of the
traditions we find before us and keep the process in mind,
each challenge along the way, each interpersonal irritation
can be overcome with a sense of destiny and miracle.
I don't mean to minimize the formidable problems still
facing humanity, only to suggest that each of us in our own
way is involved in the solution. If we stay aware and
acknowledge the great mystery that is this life, we will see
that we have been perfectly placed, in exactly the right
position . . . to make all the difference in the world."
Out
of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to
pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me,
unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the
scroll,
I am the master of my fate;
I am the captain of my soul.
Arguably his best-remembered work is
the poem "Invictus",
written in 1875. It is
said that this was
written as a
demonstration of his
resilience following the
amputation of his foot
due to tubercular
infection.
I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by
dry-rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and
permanent planet. The function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days trying to prolong them. I shall use my time.
The source above comes from a book edited
by Irving Shepard, Jack London's Tales of Adventure
(New York: Doubleday, 1956), p. vii.
I pray you'll
be our eyes, and watch us where we go
And help us to be wise in times when we don't know
Let this be our prayer, when we lose our way
Lead us to the place, guide us with your grace
To a place where we'll be safe
I pray we'll find your light, and hold it in our hearts
When stars go out each night,
remind us where you are
Let this be our prayer, when shadows fill our day
Help us find a place, guide us with your grace
Give us faith so we'll be safe
A world where pain and sorrow will be ended
And every heart that's broken will be mended
And we'll remember we are all God's children
Reaching out to touch you
Reaching to the sky
We ask that life be kind, and watch us from above
We hope each soul will find another soul to love
Let this be our prayer, just like every child
Who needs to find a place, guide us with your grace
Give us faith so we'll be safe
Needs to find a place, guide us with your grace
Give us faith so we'll be safe
Version Recorded by Angie
(Grandaughter)
and Rose (Daughter in Law) Christian and played at the Memorial Service,
12 Aug 08, for
Sara Sipes, Dr. Christian's Mother who passed on 8 Jul 08.
I
pray you'll be our eyes, and watch us where we go
And help us to be wise in times when we don't know
Let this be our prayer, when we lose our way
Lead us to the place, guide us with your grace
To a place where we'll be safe
I pray we'll find your light, and hold it in our hearts
When stars come out each night,
The dark will be aglow.
Let this be our prayer, when shadows fill our day
Lead us to a place, guide us with your grace
Give us faith so we'll be safe.
To know a world no longer filled with sorrow
A world where children dream
of tomorrow
A world of hope
and love for one another
Reaching for our brother for eternity.
We ask that life be kind, and watch us from above
We hope each soul will find another soul to love
Let this be our prayer, just like every child
Lead us to a place, guide us
with your grace
Give us faith so we'll be safe
Lead us to a place, guide us with your grace
To a place where we'll be safe.
You ask me Why I Lover Her? Well, give me time and
I'll explain.
Have you see a Kansas sunset or an Arizona rain?
Have you drifted on a bayou down Louisiana way?
Have you watched a cold fog drifting over San Francisco Bay?
Have you heard a bobwhite calling in the Carolina
pines,
Or heard the bellow of a diesel at the Appalachia mines?
Does the call of Niagara thrill you when you hear her waters
roar?
Do you look with awe and wonder at her Massachusetts shore,
Where men who braved a hard new world first stepped on
Plymounth's rock?
And do you think of them when you stroll along a new York
City dock?
Have you seen a snowflake drifting in the Rockies, way
up high?
Have you seen the sun come blazing down from a bright Nevada
sky?
Do you hail to the Columbia as she rushes to the sea,
Or bow your head at Gettysburg at our struggle to be free?
Have you seen the mighty Tetons? Have you watched an
eagle soar?
Have you see the Mississippi roll along Missouri's shore?
Have you felt a chill at Michigan when on a winter's day
Her waters rage along the shore in thunderous display?
Does the word "Aloha" make you warm? Do you stare in
disbelief
When you see the surf come roaring in at Waimea Reef?
From Alaska's cold to the Everglades, from the Rio
Grande to Maine,
My heart cries out, my pulse runs fast at the might of her
domain.
You ask me Why I Love Her? I've a million reasons why:
My Beautiful America, beneath God's wide, wide sky.
"And crown thy good with brotherhood from sea to
shining sea."
America,
Why I Love Her, by John Wayne, with Billy Liebert and
the poetry of John Mitchum, was published in 1977 by Simon
and Schuster.
Check out a nice Flash Version of this Classic
narrated by John Wayne at
Excerpt from Part 2 .."a
one-in-a-million-bird" and "the gull sees farthest who flies
highest."
,
"The
only answer I can see, Jonathan, is that you are pretty well
a
one-in-a-million bird. Most of us came along ever so slowly.
We went from
one world into another that was almost exactly like it,
forgetting right
away where we had come from, not caring where we were
headed, living for
the moment. Do you have any idea how many lives we must have
gone through
before we even got the first idea that there is more to life
than eating,
or fighting, or power in the Flock? A thousand lives, Jon,
ten thousand!
And then another hundred lives until we began to learn that
there is such
a thing as perfection, and another hundred again to get the
idea that our
purpose for living is to find that perfection and show it
forth. The same
rule holds for us now, of course: we choose our next world
through what we
learn in this one. Learn nothing, and the next world is the
same as this
one, all the same limitations and lead weights to overcome."
"You know the proverb,
and it's
true: The gull sees farthest who flies highest. Those gulls
where you came
from are standing on the ground, squawking and fighting
among themselves.
They're a thousand miles from heaven - and you say you want
to show them
heaven from where they stand! Jon, they can't see their own
wingtips! Stay
here. Help the new gulls here, the ones who are high enough
to see what
you have to tell them."
The last point was
the telling one, and Sullivan was right "The gull
sees farthest who flies highest."
Part Two Jonathan
Livingston Seagull, Richard Bach 1973
A gentle force of nature, Antonio Carlos Jobim loved the way
that Joao Gilberto tamed the Samba into Bossa Nova. By
merging this with American jazz, European classical
influences and his unique melodic gifts, Jobim became one of
the few songwriters to rank alongside the likes of George
Gershwin and Cole Porter. Even once you get past "The Girl
of Ipanema" and discover such bittersweet gems as "Wave,"
"How Insensitive" and "Corcovado," only part of his canon is
truly Bossa Nova.
Quiet nights of quiet stars,
Quiet chords from my guitar
Floating in the silence that surrounds us
Quiet thoughts and quiet dreams,
Quiet walks by quiet
streams,
and a window
looking on the mountains and the sea.
How lovely! this is where i want to be.
Here, with you so close to me,
Until the final flicker of
life's ember.
I who was lost and lonely, believing life was only
A bitter tragic joke, have found with you
The meaning of existence oh, my love.
Um cantinho, um violão
Esse amor, uma canção
Pra fazer feliz a quem se ama
Muita calma pra pensar
E ter tempo pra sonhar
Da janela vê-se o Corcovado
O Redentor, que lindo!
Quero a vida sempre assim
Com você perto de mim
Até o apagar da velha chama
E eu que era triste
Descrente desse mundo
Ao encontrar você eu conheci
O que é felicidade, meu amor.
"Lastly, she pictured to herself how this
same little sister of hers would, in the after-time, be
herself a grown woman; and how she would keep, through all
her riper years, the simple and loving heart of her
childhood: and how she would gather about her other little
children, and make their eyes bright and eager with
many a strange tale, perhaps even with the dream of
Wonderland of long ago: and how she would feel with all
their simple sorrows, and find a pleasure in all their
simple joys, remembering her own child-life, and the happy
summer days."
Lewis Carroll "Alice's Adventures in
Wonderland"
Lewis Carroll
was the pen-name of Charles Lutwidge
Dodgson.
Practical
advice on obtaining a perfectly moral bearing.
From his
autobiography.
Franklin sought to
cultivate his character by a plan of thirteen virtues, which
he developed at age 20 (in 1726) and continued to practice
in some form for the rest of his life.
"In the various
enumerations of the moral virtues I had met with in
my reading, I found the catalogue more or less
numerous, as different writers included more or
fewer ideas under the same name. Temperance, for
example, was by some confined to eating and
drinking, while by others it was extended to mean
the moderating every other pleasure, appetite,
inclination, or passion, bodily or mental, even to
our avarice and ambition. I propos'd to myself, for
the sake of clearness, to use rather more names,
with fewer ideas annex'd to each, than a few names
with more ideas; and I included under thirteen names
of virtues all that at that time occurr'd to me as
necessary or desirable, and annexed to each a short
precept, which fully express'd the extent I gave to
its meaning.
These names of
virtues, with their precepts, were:
TEMPERANCE. Eat not to dullness; drink not
to elevation.
SILENCE. Speak not but what may benefit
others or yourself; avoid trifling conversation.
ORDER. Let all your things have their
places; let each part of your business have its
time.
RESOLUTION. Resolve to perform what you
ought; perform without fail what you resolve.
FRUGALITY. Make no expense but to do good to
others or yourself; i.e., waste nothing.
INDUSTRY. Lose no time; be always employ'd
in something useful; cut off all unnecessary
actions.
SINCERITY. Use no hurtful deceit; think
innocently and justly, and, if you speak, speak
accordingly.
JUSTICE. Wrong none by doing injuries, or
omitting the benefits that are your duty.
MODERATION. Avoid extreams; forbear
resenting injuries so much as you think they
deserve.
CLEANLINESS. Tolerate no uncleanliness in
body, cloaths, or habitation.
TRANQUILITY. Be not disturbed at trifles, or
at accidents common or unavoidable.
CHASTITY. Rarely use venery but for health
or offspring, never to dullness, weakness, or
the injury of your own or another's peace or
reputation.
HUMILITY. Imitate Jesus and Socrates.
My intention
being to acquire the habitude of all these virtues,
I judg'd it would be well not to distract my
attention by attempting the whole at once, but to
fix it on one of them at a time; and, when I should
be master of that, then to proceed to another, and
so on, till I should have gone thro' the thirteen;
and, as the previous acquisition of some might
facilitate the acquisition of certain others, I
arrang'd them with that view, as they stand above."
“Lover, gold-hatted,
high-bouncing lover, I must have you!”
Thomas Parke D'Invilliers
Thomas
Parke D'Invilliers
is both a pen name of Francis Scott
Fitzgerald and a character in his
quasi-autobiographical first novel, This
Side Of Paradise. In the novel,
D'Invilliers represents the poet John Peale
Bishop, a friend of Fitzgerald's at
Princeton and a member of the class of 1917.
The
introduction for Fitzgerald's The Great
Gatsby features a poem ostensibly by
D'Invilliers called Then Wear the Gold
Hat.
As I drove, each grove gradually gave its evidence of
Spring and new life.
First a glimpse of green haze here and there.
Slowly those imperceptibly fused into a thin
Green veil cast over each naked limb.
Now and then a flowering dogwood broke the scene.
Finally the green gushed forth unleashed
And a new spring was born.
I found Spring as I drove.
As I drove, the ground too gradually greeted me
With its proclamation of Spring
Brown mounds broke thru slowly melting white
Showing patches of yellow grass yearning to grow.
Green faintly surfaced, drawn forth by a
Pleading sun and then melted to form a
Lush blanket which was soon spotted with the
other colors of Spring, Red Clover, Yellow Daisies,
Bluebonnets.
I found Spring as I drove,
and I wanted to share it with you…
Charles Christian 1979
This was written in
1979. I had begun my CardioThoracic Surgery residency at
Wilford Hall and the Air Force sent me to St. Lukes Hospital
of Milwaukee for some training for 3 months, Jan-Mar 79.
This turned out to be the coldest, snowiest winter Milwaukee
had ever had. It was the first time all schools closed. The
seniors in high school were sent around the city on foot to
check each and every house to make sure people were OK. We
had to live at the hospital because you could not get around
the streets!
On 1 April 79
my rotation was over and I started driving back to San
Antonio and Wilford Hall. When I left Milwaukee there was
still much snow, three days later in Texas it was spring.
“The
art of making art is putting it together bit by bit, beat by
beat”
—Barbara Streisand, “Putting It Together”
PUTTING IT TOGETHER
Barbra Streisand
(from The Broadway Album)
Barbra:Look, I've spent a lot of time working on this --
Voice 1:Look, no one's gonna buy it -- no one.
Voice 2:No one in Middle America, anyway. That's for sure.
Voice 3:He's right!
Voice 1:Sweetheart, it's just not commercial!
Barbra:What is commercial?
Voice 2:It's not what's selling nowadays.
Voice 1:I mean - personally, I love it, but --
B (sung):Be nice, girl!
Voice 3:Nobody's into this kind of material.
B (sung):You have to pay a price, girl!
Voice 2:This album needs a hit single we can push.
B (sung):They like to give advice, girl!
Voice 1:The whole idea's too risky.
B (sung):Don't think about it twice, girl!
Voice 2:The audience won't understand this kind of thing!
B (sung):It's time to get to work!
Barbra:I disagree! Why don't you wait until you hear it?
Voice 3:This is like your old stuff!
B (sung):Art isn't easy.
Voice 3:You've got to appeal to the kids.
B (sung):Even when you're hot.
Voice 2:Why would you want to make an album like this
anyway?
B (sung):Advancing art is easy.
Voice 1:I think we ought to talk seriously about this.
B (sung):Financing it is not!
Voice 2:Why take chances?
B (sung):A vision's just a vision if it's only in your head!
Voice 1:Nobody respects your artistic integrity more than I
do, but -
B (sung):If no one gets to hear it, it's as good as dead!
Voice 2:You have to think about you career!
B (sung):It has to come to life!
B (sung):
Bit by bit / Putting it together
Piece by piece / Only way to make a work of art
Every moment makes a contribution
Every little detail plays a parts
Having just a vision's no solution
Everything depends on execution
Putting it together / That's what counts!
Ounce by ounce / Putting in together
Small amounts / Having it can make a work of art
First of all you need a good foundation
Otherwise it's risky from the start
Takes a little cocktail conversation
But without the proper preparation
Having just a vision's no solution
Everything depends on execution
The art of making art
Is putting it together / Bit by bit
Voice 2:Do we really need all these musicians?
Link by link / Making the connections Yes we do!
Drink by drink / Taking every comment as it comes
Learning how to play the politician
Like you play piano, bass and drums
Otherwise you'll find your composition
Isn't gonna get much exhibition
Art isn't easy
Every minor detail / Is a major decision
Have to keep things in scale
Have to hold to your vision
Voice 1:Why don't we talk about this over dinner, darling?
What's a little cocktail conversation
If it gets the funds for your foundation
Every time I start to feel defensive --
I remember vinyl is expensive!
Voice 3:Would you agree to do an interview?
Barbra:Maybe one!
Dot by dot / Building up the image
Shot by shot / Keeping at a distance doesn't pay
Soon as you remember your objective
Keeps all your privacy away
A little bit of hype can be effective
As long as you can keep it in perspective
Even when you get some recognition
Everything you do you still audition
Art isn't easy
Overnight you're a trend / You're the right combination
Then the trend's at an end
You're suddenly last year's sensation!
All they ever want is repetition
All they really like is what they know
You gotta keep a link with your tradition
Got to learn to trust your intuition
While you reestablish your position
So that you can be on exhibi-
Spoken:So that your work can be on exhibition!!!
B (sung):
Be new, girl!
They tell you till they're blue, girl!
You're new, or else you're through, girl!
And even if it's true, girl,
You do what you can do!
Bit by bit / Putting it together
Piece by piece / Working on the vision night and day
All it takes is time and perseverance
And a little luck along the way
Putting in a personal appearance
Gathering supporters and adherents
Voice 1:Well, she's an original!
Voice 3:WAS!
Noting every song but in addition
Harmonizing each negotiation
Balancing the part that's all musicians
With the part that's strictly presentation
Balancing the money with the mission
Till you have the perfect orchestration
Even if you do have the suspicion
That it's taking all your concentration
The art of making art
Is putting it together / Bit by bit
Beat by beat / Part by part
Sheet by sheet / Chart by chart
Track by track by bit by reel by stack by stock by stick by
steel
by shpiel and the-e-e-en, It's the state of the art!
It is not the critic who counts, not the man
who points out how the strong man stumbled, or where the
doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to
the man who is actually in the arena; whose face is marred
by the dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who
errs and comes short again and again; who knows the great
enthusiasms, the great devotions and spends himself in a
worthy cause; who at the best, knows in the end the triumph
of high achievement, and who, at worst, if he fails, at
least fails while daring greatly; so that his place shall
never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither
victory or defeat.
by Theodore Roosevelt (From a speech delivered in
Paris in 1910)
Go
placidly amid the noise and the haste,
and remember what peace there may be in
silence. As far as possible without
surrender be on good terms with all
persons. Speak your truth quietly and
clearly; and listen to others, even the
dull and the ignorant; they too have
their story. Avoid loud and aggressive
persons, they are vexations to the
spirit.
If
you compare yourself with others, you
may become vain and bitter; for always
there will be greater and lesser persons
than yourself. Enjoy your achievements
as well as your plans. Keep interested
in your own career, however humble; it
is a real possession in the changing
fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business
affairs, for the world is full of
trickery. But let not this blind you to
what virtue there is; many persons
strive for high ideals, and everywhere
life is full of heroism.
Be
yourself. Especially, do not feign
affection. Neither be cynical about
love; for in the face of all aridity and
disenchantment it is as perennial as the
grass. Take kindly the counsel of the
years, gracefully surrendering the
things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you
in sudden misfortune. But do not
distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and
loneliness. Beyond a wholesome
discipline, be gentle with yourself. You
are a child of the universe, no less
than the trees and the stars; you have a
right to be here. And whether or not it
is clear to you, no doubt the universe
is unfolding as it should.
Therefore, be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be. And
whatever your labors and aspirations, in
the noisy confusion of life keep peace
in your soul. With all its sham,
drudgery and broken dreams, it is still
a beautiful world.
The rascal sage Nasrudin
stood on the bow of a ferryboat next to a pompous professor.
"Have you ever studied astronomy?" asked the professor.
"I can’t say that I
have," answered the mystic.
"Then you have wasted
much of your life," the scholar declared. "Knowing the
constellations, a skilled captain can navigate a boat around
the entire globe."
A while later the
intellectual asked Nasrudin, "Have you studied meteorology?"
"No," answered Nasrudin.
"Then you have wasted
most of your life," chided the academician. "Methodically
capturing the wind can propel a sailing ship at astounding
speeds."
Another while passed,
and the professor continued to quiz Nasrudin, "Have you ever
studied oceanography?"
"Not at all."
"My, how you have wasted
your time! Awareness of the currents helps sailors find food
and shelter."
A few minutes later
Nasrudin approached the professor and nonchalantly asked
him, "Have you ever studied swimming, doctor?"
"Haven’t had the time,"
the professor answered haughtily.
"Then you’ve wasted all
of your life. The boat is sinking."
Before setting out on a
project, relationship, career, or life, you must set your
priorities. You must decide what is important and what is a
detail. Then, simple as it sounds, the success of your
endeavor depends on remembering what is important and what
is a detail. One of my favorite affirmations is: The main
thing is to keep the main thing the main thing. What is
your main thing? Are you living true to it?
Alan Cohen Alan Cohen is the author of many popular inspirational
books, including the best-selling The Dragon Doesn’t
Live Here Anymore and Mr. Everit’s Secret: What I
Learned from the World’s Richest Man.
I
left the woods for as good a reason as I
went there. Perhaps it seemed to me that I
had several more lives to live, and could
not spare any more time for that one. It is
remarkable how easily and insensibly we fall
into a particular route, and make a beaten
track for ourselves. I had not lived there a
week before my feet wore a path from my door
to the pond-side and though it is five or
six years since I trod it, it is still quite
distinct. It is true I fear, that others may
have fallen into it, and so helped to keep
it open. The surface of the earth is soft
and impressible by the feet of men; and so
the paths with which the mind travels. How
worn and dusty, then, must be the highways
of the world, how deep the ruts of tradition
and conformity! [...]
I
learned this, at least, by my experiment
that if one advances confidently in
the direction of his dreams and endeavors to
live the life which he has imagined, he will
meet with a success unexpected in common
hours. He will put some things
behind, will pass an invisible boundary;
new, universal, and more liberal laws will
begin to establish themselves around and
within him; or the old laws be expanded and
interpreted in his favor in a more liberal
sense, and he will live with the license of
a higher order of beings. In proportion as
he simplifies his life, the laws of the
universe will appear less complex, and
solitude will not be solitude, nor poverty
poverty, nor weakness weakness. If you have
built castles in the air, your work need not
be lost; that is where they should be. Now
put the foundations under them.
Henry David Thoreau 1817-1862
Walden.
“Conclusion.” Ed. J. Lyndon Shanley.
Princeton: Princeton University Press, 1971.
323-324.
How
do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and Ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seem to lose
With my lost saints -- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! -- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
"There is a man who has a farm, and his
whole livelihood depends on his horse to plow the field. One
day he is out plowing and suddenly the horse drops dead. The
people of the town say "That's very unfortunate." And the
man says, "We'll see."
A few days later somebody feels sorry
for him and gives him a horse for a gift. The townspeople
say, "You're a lucky man. And the man says, "We'll see."
A couple of days later the horse runs
away and everybody says, "You poor guy." And the man says,
"We'll see."
A few more days go by and the horse
returns with a second horse and everybody says, "What a
lucky guy." And the man says, "We'll see."
The man had never had two horses
before, so he and his son decided to go riding, and the boy
falls off one of the horses and breaks a leg. The
townspeople say, "Poor kid." And the man says "We'll see."
The next day the militia comes into
town grabbing young men for the army, but they leave the boy
behind because he has a broken leg. Everybody says, "What a
lucky kid." And the man says, "We'll see."
Dr. Bernie Siegel, Author, "Love, Medicine
and Miracles"
Nov 2005 Steve Jobs,
Commencement Address Stanford June 2005.Excerpts from,
Please see link for Complete Text.
"I
am honored to be with you today at your commencement from
one of the finest universities in the world. I never
graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest
I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to
tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big
deal. Just three stories.
The first story is about connecting the
dots.
My second story is about love and loss.
My third story is about death."
"And the only way to do great work is to
love what you do."
"If today were the last day of my life,
would I want to do what I am about to do today?"
"Don't let the noise of others' opinions
drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the
courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow
already know what you truly want to become. Everything else
is secondary. "
"Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish."
Steve Jobs, CEO Apple Computer and Pixar
Animation Studios, 12 Jun 2005
Sept 2005 Og Mandino "I
will greet this day with love in my heart..."
Excerpt
from "The Greatest Secret in the World"
The Scroll Marked II...
"I
will greet this day with love in my heart...
For this is the greatest
secret of success in all ventures. Muscles can split a
shield and even destroy life itself but only the unseen
power of love can open the hearts of man. And until I master
this act I will remain no more than a peddler in the
marketplace. I will make love my greatest weapon and none on
who I call can defend upon its force... my love will melt
all hearts liken to the sun whose rays soften the coldest
day."
I will love all manners of
men for each has qualities to be admired even though they be
hidden.
I will love the ambitious
for they can inspire me.
I will love the failures for
they can teach me.
I will love the kings for
they are but human.
I will love the meek for
they are divine.
I will love the rich for
they are yet lonely.
I will love the poor for
they are so many
I will love the young for
the faith they hold.
I will love the old for
the wisdom they share.
I will love the beautiful
for their eyes of sadness.
I will love the ugly for
their souls of peace.
And most of all I will
love myself.
For when I do I will
zealously inspect all things which enter my body, my
mind, my soul and my heart. Never will I overindulge the
requests of my flesh, rather I will cherish my body with
cleanliness and moderation. Never will I allow my mind
to be attracted to evil and despair, rather I will
uplift it with the knowledge and wisdom of the ages.
Never will I allow my soul to become complacent and
satisfied, rather I will feed it with meditation and
prayer. Never will I allow my heart to become small and
bitter, rather I will share it and it will grow and warm
the earth.
''Very pretty!' said Gandalf. 'But I have
no time to blow smoke-rings this morning. I am looking for
someone to share in an adventure that I am arranging, and
it's very difficult to find anyone.'
'I should think so – in these parts! We
are plain quiet folk and have no use for adventures. Nasty
disturbing uncomfortable things! Make you late for dinner! I
can't think what anybody sees in them,' said our Mr.
Baggins. ....'We don't want any adventures here, thank you!
You might try over The Hill or across The Water.' "
THE HOBBIT
OR
THERE AND BACK AGAIN
J. R. R. TOLKIEN
If
you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired
by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make
dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the
truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools:
If you can make one heap of all
your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and
nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
If you can talk with crowds and
keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving
minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!
Nuc lento sonitu
dicunt, morieris.
Now this bell tolling softly for another, says to me,
Thou must die.
...No man is an
island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of
the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be
washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well
as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of
thy friend's or of thine own were. Any man's death
diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind; and
therefore never send to know for whom the bell
tolls; it tolls for thee...
Death, be not proud, though
some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell;
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.
The
following General Orders, issued to the Continental army at
New York abut three weeks before the Battle of Long Island
and known as Washington's order on profanity, is adapted
from The Papers of George Washington, Revolutionary War
Series, vol. 5, pp. 551-52. Varick transcript, Library of
Congress, Washington, D.C., Washington Papers.
Head
Quarters, New York, August 3rd 1776.
Parole
Uxbridge. Countersign Virginia
That the
Troops may have an opportunity of attending public worship,
as well as take some rest after the great fatigue they have
gone through; The General in future excuses them from
fatigue duty on Sundays (except at the Ship Yards, or
special occasions) until further orders.[1] The
General is sorry to be informed that the foolish, and wicked
practice, of profane cursing and swearing (a Vice heretofore
little known in an American Army) is growing into fashion;
he hopes the officers will, by example, as well as
influence, endeavour to check it, and that both they, and
the men will reflect, that we can have little hopes of the
blessing of Heaven on our Arms, if we insult it by our
impiety, and folly; added to this, it is a vice so mean and
low, without any temptation, that every man of sense, and
character, detests and despises it.
Clarkson and
Chase under confinement for Desertion, and reenlistment into
the Artillery, from another Corps, to return to Capt:
Bauman's Company until Col. Ellmores Regiment, who claims
them, comes into camp.
1.
This order was rescinded in the General Orders of 25 August
1776: "The General Order against working on Sunday is
revoked the time not admitting of any delay" (Revolutionary
War Series, vol. 5, p. 125).
Listen to the Exhortation of the Dawn!
Look to this day.
For it is life, the very life of life.
In its brief course lie all the verities and realities of
your existence.
The bliss of growth;
The glory of action;
The splendor of beauty;
For yesterday is already a dream,
and tomorrow is only a vision;
But today well lived, makes every yesterday
A dream of happiness, and every tomorrow a vision of hope.
Look well, therefore, to this day!
Such is the salutation of the Dawn.
Kalidasa, Indian Poet,
Choice of the Season, Sanskrit Sloka
From the book Masperpieces of
Religion Verse, edited by James Dalton Morrison (Harper,
1948) and Poems that Touch the Heart, which was
compiled by A. L. Alexander (Doubleday, 1941 and 1956).
"Best Loved Poems of the American People" (selected
by Hazel Felleman, Doubleday & Co., 1936).
On Denton Cooley's Statue, Texas Heart
Institute, Houston, Texas.
Those three hallowed words reverently dictate
what you ought to be, what you can be, what you
will be. They are your rallying points: to build
courage when courage seems to fail; to regain
faith when there seems to be little cause for
faith; to create hope when hope becomes forlorn.
Unhappily, I possess neither that eloquence of
diction, that poetry of imagination, nor that
brilliance of metaphor to tell you all that they
mean. The unbelievers will say they are but
words, but a slogan, but a flamboyant phrase.
Every pedant, every demagogue, every cynic,
every hypocrite, every troublemaker, and I am
sorry to say, some others of an entirely
different character, will try to downgrade them
even to the extent of mockery and ridicule.
But
these are some of the things they do. They build
your basic character. They mold you for your
future roles as the custodians of the nation's
defense. They make you strong enough to know
when you are weak, and brave enough to face
yourself when you are afraid. They teach you to
be proud and unbending in honest failure, but
humble and gentle in success; not to substitute
words for actions, not to seek the path of
comfort, but to face the stress and spur of
difficulty and challenge; to learn to stand up
in the storm but to have compassion on those who
fall; to master yourself before you seek to
master others; to have a heart that is clean, a
goal that is high; to learn to laugh, yet never
forget how to weep; to reach into the future yet
never neglect the past; to be serious yet never
to take yourself too seriously; to be modest so
that you will remember the simplicity of true
greatness, the open mind of true wisdom, the
meekness of true strength. They give you a
temper of the will, a quality of the
imagination, a vigor of the emotions, a
freshness of the deep springs of life, a
temperamental predominance of courage over
timidity, an appetite for adventure over love
of ease. They create in your heart the sense of
wonder, the unfailing hope of what next, and the
joy and inspiration of life. They teach you in
this way to be an officer and a gentleman.
But by the love for them that is in
other's
hearts.
God does not wish men to live apart, and
therefore he does not reveal to them what each one needs for
himself; but he wishes them to live united, and therefore
reveals to each of them that
they are needful to each other's Happiness.
"A man is not
completely born until he be dead. Why then should we
grieve that a new child is born among the immortals, a new
member added to their happy society?
We are spirits.
That bodies should be lent to us, while they can afford us
pleasure, assist us in acquiring knowledge, or in doing good
to our fellow creatures, is a kind and benevolent act of
God. When they become unfit for these purposes and
afford us pain instead of pleasure, instead of an aid become
an encumbrance, and answer none of the intentions for which
they were given, it is equally kind and benevolent that a
way is provided by which we may get rid of them. Death
is that way.
Our friend and we were
invited abroad on a party of pleasure which is to last
forever. His chair was ready first and he is gone
before us. We could all not conveniently start
together; and why should you and I be grieved at this, since
we are soon to follow and know where to find him?"
Our deepest fear is not that we are
inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond
measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most
frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant,
gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to
be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not
serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about
shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around
you.
We are all
meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make
manifest the glory of God that is within us. It is not just
in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own
light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission
to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our
presence automatically liberates others."
From:
A Return To Love: Reflections on the Principles of A Course
in Miracles Harper Collins, 1992 (from Chapter 7, Section 3)
Link to 1992 Abridged Audio version Link to Paperback
Reprint, 1996 edition by Marianne Williamson.
"Until
one is committed there is hesitancy, 
“TWO
YEARS ago I came across a formula for success which has
revolutionized my life. It was so simple, and so obvious
once I had seen it, that I could hardly believe it was
responsible for the magical results which followed my
putting it into practice.
Out
of the night that covers me,
"The
only answer I can see, Jonathan, is that you are pretty well
a
Alice's
Adventure in Wonderland
Thomas
Parke D'Invilliers
is both a pen name of Francis Scott
Fitzgerald and a character in his
quasi-autobiographical first novel, This
Side Of Paradise. In the novel,
D'Invilliers represents the poet John Peale
Bishop, a friend of Fitzgerald's at
Princeton and a member of the class of 1917.
How
do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
"I
am honored to be with you today at your commencement from
one of the finest universities in the world. I never
graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest
I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to
tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big
deal. Just three stories. 
If
you can keep your head when all about you
Devotions
Upon Emergent Occasions, 1624
The
following General Orders, issued to the Continental army at
New York abut three weeks before the Battle of Long Island
and known as Washington's order on profanity, is adapted
from The Papers of George Washington, Revolutionary War
Series, vol. 5, pp. 551-52. Varick transcript, Library of
Congress, Washington, D.C., Washington Papers.
Poem
was Inspiration for
