Talk happiness. The world is sad enough without your woe. No path is wholly rough.

Distrust that man who tells you to distrust.

Through strife the slumbering soul awakes, We learn on error's troubled route The truths we could not prize without The sorrow of our sad mistakes.

How happy they are, in all seeming, How gay, or how smilingly proud, How brightly their faces are beaming, These people who make up the crowd!

One ship drives east and another drives west With the selfsame winds that blow. Tis the set of the sails And not the gales Which tells us the way to go. Like the winds of the seas are the ways of fate, As we voyage along through the life: Tis the set of a soul That decides its goal, And not the calm or the strife.

The man who radiates good cheer, who makes life happier wherever he meets it, is always a man of vision and faith.

One ship drives east and other drives west by the same winds that blow. It's the set of the sails and not the gales that determines the way they go.