For Age is not alone of time, or we should never see men old and bent at forty and men young at seventy-three.

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

Love has the patience to endure the fault it sees but cannot cure.

The Making of Friends Life is sweet because of the friends we have made And the things which in common we share; We want to live on, not because of ourselves, But because of the ones who would care. It's living and doing for somebody else On that all of life's splendor depends, And the joy of it all, when we count it all up, Is found in the making of friends.

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

Stick to the fight whenyoure hardest hit

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.