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

The best of all the preachers are the men who live their creeds.

The proof of a man is the danger test, That shows him up at his worst or best.

A feller's glad to be a friend, Out fishin'. A helpin' hand he'll always lend, Out fishin' The brotherhood of rod and line An' sky an' stream is always fine; Men come real close to God's design, Out fishin'. A feller isn't plotting schemes, Out fishin'. He's only busy with his dreams, Out fishin' His livery is a coat of tan; His creed, to do the best he can; A feller's always mostly man Out fishin'.

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

Children...they string our joys, like jewels bright, upon the thread of years.

You'll be richer in the end than a prince, if you're a friend.