W.R. Hunt

    "The sun is just rising on the morning of another day, the first day of the new year. What can I wish that this day, that this year, may bring to me?

    Nothing that shall make the world of others poorer, nothing at the expense of others; but just those few things which in their coming do not stop with me but touch me rather, as they pass and gather strength:

•           A few friends who understand me, and yet remain my friends.

•           A work to do which has real value without which the world would feel the poorer.

•           A return for such work small enough not to tax unduly anyone who pays.

•           A mind unafraid to travel, even though the trail be not blazed.

•           An understanding heart.

•           A sight of the eternal hills and unbelting sea, and of something beautiful the individual hand has made.

•           A sense of humor and the power to laugh.

•           A little leisure with nothing to do.

•           A few moments of quiet, silent meditation. The sense of the presence of God.

•           And the patience to wait for the coming of these things, with the wisdom to know them when they come."