You have to believe in happiness, or happiness never comes.
He who makes a garden Works hand in hand with God.
A liar freely gives his oath
Father of fathers, make me one, A fit example for a son.
You have to believe in happiness, or happiness never comes Ah, that's the reason a bird can sing - On his darkest day he believes in spring.
The tree that never had to fight for sun and sky and air and light but stood out in the open plain and always got it share of rain, never became a forest king but lived and died a scrubby thing. Good timber does not grow with ease. The stronger wind, the stronger trees.