I believe for every drop of rain that falls, a flower grows,
I believe that someone in the great somewhere, hears every word,
every time I hear a new born baby cry or touch a leaf or see the sky ......
then I know WHY I BELIEVE..
Every Truth Passes Through Three Stages
Before It''s Recognized
In The First It''s Ridiiculed
In The Second It''s Opposed
In The Third, It''s Regarded As Self Evident . . .
The art of living does not consist
in preserving and clinging
to a particular mood of happiness,
but in allowing happiness
to change its form without
being disappointed by the change;
for happiness, like a child,
must be allowed to grow up.
