Joy descends gently upon us like the evening dew, and does not patter down like a hailstorm.

What we achieve inwardly will change outer reality.

Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.

I can't change the direction of the wind, but I can adjust my sails to always reach my destination.

Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.

Man never made any material as resilient as the human spirit.

It's inspirational to see someone who is dying smile.

It is in your moments of decision that your destiny is shaped.

Tears of joy are like the summer rain drops pierced by sunbeams.

Everyone here has the sense that right now is one of those moments when we are influencing the future.