Life is not mean, it is grand; if it is mean to any, he or she makes it so. God made it glorious. It is paved with diamonds; its banks he fringed with flowers. He overarched it with stars. Around it He spread the glory of the physical universe --sun, moons, worlds, constellations, systems--all that is magnificent in motion, sublime in magnitude, and grand in order and obedience. God would not have attended life with this brood march of grandeur it if did not mean something.
Orison Swett Marden
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