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“Tis the Set of the Sail

One ship sails east and one sails west

By the self-same wind that blows;

“Tis the set of the sail and not the gale

That determines the way it goes.

 

Like the ships of the sea are the ways of fate

As we voyage along through life;

“Tis the set of the soul that determines the goal

And not the calm or the strife.

-Ella Wheeler Wilcox (American author and poet)

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Simplify:

Less is the new More.

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Artist: Steve Hanks
Image found at Google Images

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The Lake Isle of Innisfree

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
William Butler Yeats

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Image from Google Images

 

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Morning Light

It was only a sunny smile,
and little it cost in the giving,
but like morning light it
scattered the night and
made the day worth living.

-F.Scott Fitzgerald

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Artist: Steve Hanks

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Wisdom

Yesterday I was clever,
so I wanted to change the world.
Today I am wise,
so I am changing myself.
-Rumi

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Image titled Boundless, artist Steve Hanks.
From Google images.

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Good Morning World

Your living is determined not so much

by what life brings to you

as by the attitude you bring to life;

not so much by what happens to you

as by the way your mind

looks at what happens.

-Khalil Gibran
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Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,

Enwrought with golden and silver light,

The blue and the dim and the dark cloths

Of night and light and the half-light,

I would spread the cloths under your feet:

But I, being poor, have only my dreams;

I have spread my dreams under your feet;

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

-William Butler Yeats

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