Gratitude is the music of the heart, when its chords are swept by the breeze of kindness. – Author Unknown

This race is never grateful: from the first, One fills their cup at supper with pure wine, Which back they give at cross-time on a sponge, In bitter vinegar. – Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Remember Gods bounty in the year. String the pearls of His favor. Hide the dark parts, except so far as they are breaking out in light! Give this one day to thanks, to joy, to gratitude! – Henry Ward Beecher

There is no such thing as gratitude unexpressed. If it is unexpressed, it is plain, old-fashioned ingratitude. – Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com