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Once again, I am attempting to rebuild HappyOtter to match the dream of how I wish it would look. I wonder how far I will get this time before I am distracted by an adventure or volunteer project?

Progress:

Quotes, poems, and photos are working now and are searchable!

Currently establishing userpoint system for Random Acts of Kindness.

Points will allow purchase of nature photos via online shop.

Online shop has begun to work (still needs lots of work).

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Quotes (click to search)

Freindship consists in forgetting what one gives, and remembering what one receives.
One doesn't discover new lands without consenting to lose sight of the shore for a very long time.
If you would hit the mark, you must aim a little above it; Every arrow that flies feels the attraction of earth.
If you have made mistakes, even serious mistakes, there is always another chance for you. And supposing you have tried and failed again and again, you may have a fresh start any moment you choose, for this thing we call 'failure' is not the falling down,
But then if I do not strive, who will?
Carry the battle to them. Don't let them bring it to you. Put them on the defensive. And don't ever apologize for anything.
Look to this day! For it is life, the very life of life. For yesterday is but a dream And tomorrow is only a vision Buttoday well lived makes every yesterday a dream of happiness And tomorrow a vision of hope. Look well, therefore, to this day! Such is th
What is hateful to you, do not to your fellowman. That is the entire Law; all the rest is commentary.
If you hear that someone is speaking ill of you, instead of trying to defend yourself, you should say: "He obviously does not know me very well, since there are so many other faults he could have mentioned."
Our doubts are traitors, and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt.
Try to put into practice what you already know; and in so doing, you will, in good time, discover the hidden things which you now inquire about. Practice what you know, and it will help to make clear what now you do not know
In a free world, if it is to remain free, we must maintain, with our lives if need be, but surely by our lives, the opportunity for a man to learn anything.
The truth that many people never understand, until it is too late, is that the more you try to avoid suffering the more you suffer because smaller and more insignificant things begin to torture you in proportion to your fear of being hurt.
I like life. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.
As soon as you are complicated, you are ineffectual.
It is good to have an end to journey towards; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.
Children FEEL life. They smell it, roll in it, run with it, see it all around them. Feel the world through the eyes of a child.
What is originality? It is being one's self, and reporting accurately what we see.
Let us be kinder to one another. (spoken on his deathbed)
Let me tell you the secret that has led me to my goal. My strength lies solely in my tenacity.
Continuous effort - not strength or intelligence - is the key to unlocking our potential.
Happiness is an endowment and not an acquisition. It depends more upon temperament and disposition than environment.
If you judge people, you have no time to love them.
Kindness is language which the dumb can speak, and the deaf can understand.

Poems/Prose (click to search)

"Just stand aside, and watch yourself go by; Think of yourself, as 'he' instead of 'I.' Pick flaws, find fault, forget the man is you, And strive to make your estimate ring true. The faults of others then will dwarf and shrink. Love's chin grows stronger by one mighty link, When you with 'he' as substitute for 'I,' Have stood aside, and watched yourself go by."
Trust thyself: every heart vibrates to that iron string ... Who so would be a man, must be a nonconformist. He who would gather immortal palms must not be hindered by the name of goodness, but must explore if it be goodness ... Insist on yourself; never imitate. Your own gift you can present every moment with the cumulative force of a whole life's cultivation; but the adopted talent of another you have only an extemporaneous half possession. That which each can do best, none but his Maker can teach him. No man yet knows what it is, nor can, till that person has exhibited it... Nothing can bring you peace but yourself. Nothing can bring you peace but the triumph of principles.
Open your eyes that you may see The beauty that around you lies, The misty loveliness of the dawn, The glowing colors of the skies; The child's bright eager eyes of blue, The gnarled and wrinkled face of age, The bird with crimson on his wing Whose spirit never knew a cage; The roadsides' blooming goldenrod So brave through summer's wind and heat, The brook that rushes to the sea With courage that naught may defeat. Open your eyes that you may see The wonder that around you lies; It will enrich your every day And make you glad and kind and wise.
There's a comforting thought at the close of the day, When I'm weary and lonely and sad, That sort of grips hold of my crusty old heart And bids it be merry and glad. It gets in my soul and it drives out the blues, And finally thrills through and through. It is just a sweet memory that chants the refrain: "I'm glad I touch shoulders with you!" Did you know you were brave, did you know you were strong? Did you know there was one leaning hard? Did you know that I waited and listened and prayed, And was cheered by your simplest word? Did you know that I longed for that smile on your face, For the sound of your voice ringing true? Did you know I grew stronger and better because I had merely touched shoulders with you? I am glad that I live, that I battle and strive For the place that I know I must fill; I am thankful for sorrows, I'll meet with a grin What fortune may send, good or ill. I may not have wealth, I may not be great, But I know I shall always be true, For I have in my life that courage you gave When once I rubbed shoulders with you.
LITTLE DROPS of water, Little grains of sand, Make the might ocean And the pleasant land. Thus the little minutes, Humble though they be, Make the mighty ages Of eternity
We have faith in old proverbs full surely, For Wisdom has traced what they tell, And Truth may be drawn up as purely From them, as it may from "a well." Let us question the thinkers and doers, And hear what they honestly say; And you'll find they believe, like bold wooers, In "Where there's a will there's a way." The hills have been high for man's mounting, The woods have been dense for his axe, The stars have been thick for his counting, The sands have been wide for his tracks, The sea has been deep for his diving, The poles have been broad for his sway, But bravely he's proved in his striving, That "Where there's a will there's a way." Have ye vices that ask a destroyer? Or passions that need your control? Let Reason become your employer, And your body be ruled by your soul. Fight on, though ye bleed in the trial, Resist with all strength that ye may; Ye may conquer Sin's host by denial; For "Where there's a will there's a way." Have ye Poverty's pinching to cope with? Does Suffering weigh down your might? Only call up a spirit to hope with, And dawn may come out of the night. Oh! much may be done by defying The ghosts of Despair and Dismay; And much may be gained by relying On "Where there's a will there's a way." Should ye see, afar off, that worth winning, Set out on the journey with trust; And ne'er heed if your path at beginning Should be among brambles and dust. Though it is but by footsteps ye do it, And hardships may hinder and stay; Walk with faith, and be sure you'll get through it For "Where there's a will there's a way." -Eliza Cook
Bigotry has no head and cannot think, no heart and cannot feel. When she moves it is in wrath; when she pauses it is amid ruin. Her prayers are curses, her god is a demon, her communion is death, her vengeance is eternity, her decalogue is written in the blood of her victims, and if she stops for a moment in her infernal flight it is upon a kindred rock to whet her vulture fang for a more sanguinary desolation.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are! Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky. When the blazing sun is set, When the grass with dew is wet, Then you show your little light, Twinkle, twinkle, all the night. Then the traveler in the dark, Thanks you for your tiny spark; He could not see which way to go If you did not twinkle so. In the dark blue sky you keep, And often through my curtains peep, For you never shut your eye Till the sun is in the sky. As your bright and shiny spark, Lights the traveler in the dark, Though I know not what you are, Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
Happy the man, and happy he alone, He who can call to-day his own; He who, secure within, can say, Tomorrow, do thy worst, for I have liv'd today.
If you your lips would keep from slips, Five things observe with care: Of whom you speak, to whom you speak, And how and when and where. If you your ears would save from jeers, These things keep mildly hid: Myself and I, and mine and my, And how I do and did.
SOMEBODY SAID that it couldn't be done, But he with a chuckle replied That "maybe it couldn't," but he would be one Who wouldn't say so till he'd tried. So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin On his face. If he worried he hid it. He started to sing as e tackled the thing That couldn't be done, and he did it. Somebody scoffed: "Oh, you'll never do that; At least no one ever has done it"; But he took off his coat and he took off his hat, And the first thing we knew he'd begun it. With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin, Without any doubting or quiddit, He started to sing as he tackled the thing That couldn't be done, and he did it. There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done, There are thousands to prophesy failure; There are thousands to point out to you, one by one, The dangers that wait to assail you. But just buckle in with a bit of a grin, Just take off your coat and go to it; Just start to sing as you tackle the thing That "cannot be done," and you'll do it.
Ideals are like stars; you will not succeed in touching them with your hands. But like the seafaring man on the desert of waters, you choose them as your guides, and following them you will reach your destiny.
There was once a pendulum waiting to be fixed on a new clock. It began to calculate how long it would be before the big wheels were worn out and its work was done. It would be expected to tick night and day, so many times a minute, sixty times that every hour, and twenty-four times that every day and three hundred and sixty-five times that every year. It was awful! quite a row of figures, enough to stagger you! Millions of ticks! "I can never do it," said the poor pendulum. But the clockmaster encouraged it. "You can do one tick at a time?" he said. "Oh, yes," the pendulum could do that. "Well," he said, "that is all that will be required of you." So the pendulum went to work, steadily ticking, one tick at a time, and it is ticking yet, quite cheerfully.
This is a story about four people named Everybody, Somebody, Anybody, and Nobody. There was an important job to be done and Everybody was asked to do it. Everybody was sure Somebody would do it. Anybody could have done it, but Nobody did it. Somebody got angry about that because it was Everybody's job. Everybody thought Anybody could do it, but Nobody realized that Everybody wouldn't do it. It ended up that Everybody blamed Somebody when Nobody did what Anybody could have done.
There is so much good in the worst of us, And so much bad in the best of us, That it hardly becomes any of us To talk about the rest of us.