Promise YourselfTo be so strong that nothing can disturb your peace of mind.To talk health, happiness, and prosperity to every person you meet.To make all your friends feel that there is something worthwhile in them.To look at the sunny side of everything and make your optimism come true.To think only of the best, to work only for the best and to expect only the best.To be just as enthusiastic about the success of others as you are about your own.To forget the mistakes of the past and press on to the greater achievements of the future.To wear a cheerful expression at all times and give a smile to every living creature you meet.To give so much time to improving yourself that you have no time to criticize others.To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear, and too happy to permit the presence of trouble.To think we'll of yourself and to proclaim this fact to the world, not in loud word, but in great deeds.To live in the faith that the whole world is on your side, so long as you are true to the best that is in you.
Dear Aunt Loretta,Thank you so much for the awesome pants How did you know I wanted that for Christmas?I love the way the pants look on my legsAll my friends will be so jealous that I have my very own pants. Thank you for making this the best Christmas everSincerely, Greg
Friends are like underwear .... Some crawl up your ass... Some snap under pressure... Some don t have the strength to hold you up... Some get a little twisted... Some are your favorite... Some are cheap and just plain nasty... And some actually do cover your ass when u need them too.
We are the people of the book. We love our books. We fill our houses with books. We treasure books we inherit from our parents, and we cherish the idea of passing those books on to our children. Indeed, how many of us started reading with a beloved book that belonged to one of our parents? We force worthy books on our friends, and we insist that they read them. We even feel a weird kinship for the people we see on buses or airplanes reading our books, the books that we claim. If anyone tries to take away our bookssome oppressive government, some censor gone off the railswe would defend them with everything that we have. We know our tribespeople when we visit their homes because every wall is lined with books. There are teetering piles of books beside the bed and on the floor; there are masses of swollen paperbacks in the bathroom. Our books are us. They are our outboard memory banks and they contain the moral, intellectual, and imaginative influences that make us the people we are today.
I grew up in a house full of women: my mother, grandmother, three sisters, and two female cats. And I still have the buzz of their conversations in my head. As an adult, I have more female friends than male ones: I just love the way that women talk.