The hardest arithmetic to master is that which enables us to count our blessings.
Do not be troubled because you have not great virtues. God made a million spears of grass where He made one tree. The earth is fringed and carpeted, not with forests, but with grasses. Only have enough of little virtues and common fidelities, and you need not mourn because you are neither a hero or a saint.
All that we behold is full of blessings.
On the whole, human beings want to be good, but not too good, and not quite all the time.
Courtesies of a small and trivial character are the ones which strike deepest in the grateful and appreciating heart.
There is no greater difference between men than between grateful and ungrateful people.
I feel a very unusual sensation - if it is not indigestion, I think it must be gratitude.
Gratitude is the music of the heart, when its chords are swept by the breeze of kindness.
There is not a more pleasing exercise of the mind than gratitude. It is accompanied with such an inward satisfaction that the duty is sufficiently rewarded by the performance.
Gratitude is an opener of locked-up blessings.
