Our Trials, Our Sorrows, And Our Grieves

How True It Is That, If We Are Cheerful And Contented, All Nature Smiles, The Air Seems More Balmy, The Sky Clearer, The Earth Has A Brighter Green... The Flowers Are More Fragrant... And The Sun, Moon, And Stars All Appear More Beautiful, And Seem To Rejoice With Us.

A Lobster, When Left High And Dry Among The Rock, Does Not Have The Sense Enough To Work His Way Back To The Sea, But Waits For The Sea To Come To Him. If It Does Not Come, He Remains Where He Is And Dies, Although The Slightest Effort Would Enable Him To Reach The Waves, Which Are Perhaps Within A Yard Of Him. The World Is Full Of Human Lobsters; People Stranded On The Rocks Of Indecision And Procrastination, Who, Instead Of Putting Forth Their Own Energies, Are Waiting For Some Grand Billow Of Good Fortune To Set Them Afloat.

No Employer Today Is Independent Of Those About Him. He Cannot Succeed Alone, No Matter How Great His Ability Or Capital. Business Today Is More Than Ever A Question Of Cooperation.

The Divine Injunction To Be Perfect, Even As He Is Perfect, Was Not Given Man To Mock Him. The Possibility Of Our Waking In His Likeness Is Literally True.

A Great Many People Never Really Discover Themselves Until Ruin Stares Them In The Face. They Do Not Seem To Know How To Bring Out Their Reserves Until They Are Overtaken By An Overwhelming Disaster, Or Until The Sight Of Their Blighted Prospects And Of The Wreck Of Their Homes And Happiness Stirs Them To The Very Center Of Their Beings.... There Is Something In Defeat Which Puts New Determination Into A Man Of Mettle.