I want to be able, as days go by, always to look myself straight in the eye.

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.

I'd rather see a sermon than hear one any day; I'd rather one should walk with me than merely tell the way.

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

I'd like to be the sort of friend that you have been to me. I'd like to be the help that you've been always glad to be; I'd like to mean as much to you each minute of the day, as you have meant, old friend of mine, to me along the way.

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.

And you can win, though you face the worst, if you feel that you're going to do it.