It is easy enough to be pleasant, When life flows by like a song. But the man worth while is the one who can smile, when everything goes dead wrong. For the test of the heart is troubled, And it always comes with the years. And the smiles that is worth the praises of earth is the smile that shines through tears.
With care, and skill, and cunning art, She parried Time's malicious dart, And kept the years at bay, Till passion entered in her heart and aged her in a day!
One ship drives east and other drives west by the same winds that blow. It's the set of the sails and not the gales that determines the way they go.
The truest greatness lies in being kind, the truest wisdom in a happy mind.
'Tis easy enough to be pleasant, When life flows along like a song; But the man worth while is the one who will smile when everything goes dead wrong.
There is no chance, no destiny, no fate, that can hinder or control the firm resolve of a determined soul.
The splendid discontent of God With chaos made the world. And from the discontent of man The worlds best progress springs.
All love that has not friendship for its base, is like a mansion built upon the sand.
So many gods, so many creeds, So many paths that wind and wind, While just the art of being kind is all the sad world needs.
Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone; For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own.
It has ever been since time began, and ever will be, till time lose breath, that love is a mood --no more --to man, and love to a woman is life or death.
A pat on the back is only a few vertebrae removed from a kick in the pants, but is miles ahead in results.
With every deed you are sowing a seed, though the harvest you may not see.
Come, cuddle your head on my shoulder, dear, your head like the golden-rod, and we will go sailing away from here to the beautiful land of Nod.
It is easy enough to be virtuous When nothing tempts you to stray; When without or within No voice of sin Is luring your soul away. But it is only a negative virtue until it is tried by fire. For the soul that is worth the treasures of the earth is the soul that resists desire.
Give us that grand word woman once again, and let's have done with lady; one's a term full of fine force, strong, beautiful, and firm, fit for the noblest use of tongue or pen; and one's a word for lackeys.