Saturday Thought of the Day

Talk happiness.  The world is sad enough
      Without your woe. No path is wholly rough.
      Look for the places that are smooth and clear,
      And speak of them to rest the weary ear
      Of earth; so hurt by one continuous strain
      Of mortal discontent and grief and pain...

Talk health.  The dreary, never-ending tale
      Of mortal maladies is worn and stale;
      You cannot charm or interest or please
      By harping on that minor chord, disease.
      Say you are well, or all is well with you,
      And God shall hear your words and make them true.
 

Ella Wheeler Wilcox, 

Her poem 'Speech'