"How To Make A Wise Judgment"

Only through the capacity to see all relevant factors, to weigh them fairly, and to place them in relation to each other, can we hope to reach an accurately balanced judgment.

B.H. Liddell Hart

"Get The Facts"

A man's judgment cannot be better than the information on which he has based it.

Arthur Hays Sulzberger

"Honor"

Let the honor of thy fellow be as dear to thee as thine own.

Talmud

"The Happiest"

Those who are happiest are those who do the most for others.

Booker T. Washington

"Independant Happiness"

Happiness depends more on the inward Disposition of Mind than on the outward Circumstances.

Benjamin Franklin

"Be Not Distracted By The Postman's Uniform"

To say that God created Nature, while it brings God and Nature into relation, also separates them. What makes and what is made must be two, no one. Thus the doctrine of Creation in one sense empties Nature of divinity...By emptying Nature of divinity - or, let us say, of divinities - you may fill her with Deity, for she is now the bearer of messages. There is a sense in which Nature-worship silences her - as if a child or a savage were so impressed with the postman's uniform that he omitted to take in the letters.

Another result of believing in Creation is to see Nature not as a mere datum but as an achievement. Some of the Psalmists are delighted with its mere solidity and permanence. God has given to His works His own character of emeth; they are watertight, faithful, reliable, not at all vague or phantasmal. 'All His works are faithful - He spake and it was done, He commanded and it stood fast.' Psalm 33:4,9.

C.S. Lewis

"Touch Of The Master's Hand"

Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer
thought it scarcely worth his while to waste much time on the old violin,
but held it up with a smile; "What am I bidden, good folks," he cried,
"Who'll start the bidding for me?" "A dollar, a dollar"; then two!" "Only
two? Two dollars, and who'll make it three? Three dollars, once; three
dollars twice; going for three.." But no, from the room, far back, a
gray-haired man came forward and picked up the bow; Then, wiping the dust
from the old violin, and tightening the loose strings, he played a melody
pure and sweet as caroling angel sings.

The music ceased, and the auctioneer, with a voice that was quiet and low,
said; "What am I bid for the old violin?" And he held it up with the bow.
A thousand dollars, and who'll make it two? Two thousand! And who'll make
it three? Three thousand, once, three thousand, twice, and going and
gone," said he. The people cheered, but some of them cried, "We do not
quite understand what changed its worth." Swift came the reply: "The touch
of a master's hand."

And many a man with life out of tune, and battered and scarred with sin,
Is auctioned cheap to the thoughtless crowd, much like the old violin, A
"mess of pottage," a glass of wine; a game - and he travels on. "He is
going" once, and "going twice, He's going and almost gone." But the Master
comes, and the foolish crowd never can quite understand the worth of a soul
and the change that's wrought by the touch of the Master's hand.
Myra 'Brooks' Welch