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

The timid and fearful first failures dismay, but the stout heart stays trying by night and by day. He values his failures as lessons that teach The one way to get to the goal he would reach.

It takes a heap o' livin' in a house t' make it home

The man who wants a garden fair, or small or very big, With flowers growing here and there, Must bend his back and dig. The things are mighty few on earth That wishes can attain. Whate'er we want of any worth We've got to work to gain. It matters not what goal you seek, It's secret here reposes: You've got to dig from week to week To get Results or Roses.

Let me be a little kinder, Let me be a little blinder to the faults of those around me.

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

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