Grace isn't a little prayer you chant before receiving a meal. It's a way to live.
The unthankful heart... discovers no mercies; but let the thankful heart sweep through the day and, as the magnet finds the iron, so it will find, in every hour, some heavenly blessings!
If a fellow isn't thankful for what he's got, he isn't likely to be thankful for what he's going to get.
You say grace before meals. All right. But I say grace before the concert and the opera, and grace before the play and pantomime, and grace before I open a book, and grace before sketching, painting, swimming, fencing, boxing, walking, playing, dancing and grace before I dip the pen in the ink.
I would maintain that thanks are the highest form of thought; and that gratitude is happiness doubled by wonder.
As each day comes to us refreshed and anew, so does my gratitude renew itself daily. The breaking of the sun over the horizon is my grateful heart dawning upon a blessed world.
If you have lived, take thankfully the past.
Gratitude is an art of painting an adversity into a lovely picture.
The only people with whom you should try to get even are those who have helped you.
When we were children we were grateful to those who filled our stockings at Christmas time. Why are we not grateful to God for filling our stockings with legs?