Be a friend. You don't need glory. Friendship is a simple story.

Away from the tumult of motor and mill I want to be care-free; I want to be still! I'm weary of doing things; weary of words I want to be one with the blossoms and birds.

But keep on working and hoping still. For in spite of the grumblers who stand about, somehow, it seems, all things work out.

Spring's greatest joy beyond a doubt is when it brings the children out.

I take the family shopping round. The markets of the world.

I'd like to be the sort of friend that you have been to me. I'd like to be the help that you've been always glad to be; I'd like to mean as much to you each minute of the day, as you have meant, old friend of mine, to me along the way.

I have to live with myself and so, I want to be fit for myself to know.