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.

Somebody said that it couldn't be done But he with a chuckle replied That "maybe it couldn't," but he would be one Who wouldn't say so till he tried. So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin On his face. If he worried he hid it. He started to sing as he tackled the thing That couldn't be done, and he did it.

You are the person who has to decide. Whether you'll do it or toss it aside.

I'll obey them in the winter when the doctors say to me I must give up ham and spinach, and obedient I'll be. To relieve my indigestion in December they can try, But there's none of them can stop me when it's time for cherry pie.

The world is no longer closed to us in the way it was in the past - present generations have unparalleled access to pretty much all corners of the globe.

One deed of kindness noticed is worth forty that are told.

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