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

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.

He started to sing as he tackled the thing. That couldn't be done, and he did it.

You when the storm is raging - how do you face despair? It is you that the world discovers, whatever the clothes you wear.

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

Somebody scoffed, Oh, you'll never to that - At least no one ever has done it; But he took off his coat and he took off his hat, And the first thing we knew, he'd begun it.