Real Strength Has To Do With Helping

It's Not Always Easy For A Father To Understand The Interests And Ways Of His Son. It Seems The Songs Of Our Children May Be In Keys We've Never Tried. The Melody Of Each Generation Emerges From All That's Gone Before. Each One Of Us Contributes In Some Unique Way To The Composition Of Life.

I Believe That At The Center Of The Universe There Dwells A Loving Spirit Who Longs For All That’s Best In All Of Creation, A Spirit Who Knows The Great Potential Of Each Planet As Well As Each Person, And Little By Little Will Love Us Into Being More Than We Ever Dreamed Possible. That Loving Spirit Would Rather Die Than Give Up On Any One Of Us.

I Don't Think Anyone Can Grow Unless He's Loved Exactly As He Is Now, Appreciated For What He Is Rather Than What He Will Be.

When I Was Very Young, Most Of My Childhood Heroes Wore Capes, Flew Through The Air, Or Picked Up Buildings With One Arm. They Were Spectacular And Got A Lot Of Attention. But As I Grew, My Heroes Changed, So That Now I Can Honestly Say That Anyone Who Does Anything To Help A Child Is A Hero To Me.

It's A Beautiful Day In This Neighborhood, A Beautiful Day For A Neighbor. Would You Be Mine? Could You Be Mine?... It's A Neighborly Day In This Beauty Wood, A Neighborly Day For A Beauty. Would You Be Mine? Could You Be Mine?... I've Always Wanted To Have A Neighbor Just Like You. I've Always Wanted To Live In A Neighborhood With You. So, Let's Make The Most Of This Beautiful Day. Since We're Together We Might As Well Say: Would You Be Mine? Could You Be Mine? Won't You Be My Neighbor? Won't You Please, Won't You Please? Please Won't You Be My Neighbor?