Two Men Looked Out From Prison Bars,

The Ideas I Stand For Are Not Mine. I Borrowed Them From Socrates. I Swiped Them From Chesterfield. I Stole Them From Jesus. And I Put Them In A Book.

Live An Active Life Among People Who Are Doing Worthwhile Things, Keep Eyes And Ears And Mind And Heart Open To Absorb Truth, And Then Tell Of The Things You Know, As If You Know Them. The World Will Listen, For The World Loves Nothing So Much As Real Life.

I Realize Now That People Are Not Thinking About You And Me Or Caring What Is Said About Us. They Are Thinking About Themselves-before Breakfast, After Breakfast, And Right On Until Ten Minutes Past Midnight. They Would Be A Thousand Times More Concerned About A Slight Headache Of Their Own Than They Would About The News Of Your Death Or Mine.

...be Grateful For What You Have To Be Thankful For Instead Of Complaining About The Little Things That Annoy You.

Don't Be Afraid To Give Your Best To What Seemingly Are Small Jobs. Every Time You Conquer One It Makes You That Much Stronger. If You Do The Little Jobs Well, The Big Ones Will Tend To Take Care Of Themselves.