Whatever is... is best.

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!

The two kinds of people on earth are the people who lift and the people who lean.

Thou canst not force my soul to wish thee ill, That is the only evil that can kill.

Our lives are songs; God write the words And we set them to music at pleasure; And the song grows glad, or sweet or sad, As we choose to fashion the measure.

Whatever is a cruel wrong, Whatever is unjust, The honest years that speed along Will trample in the dust.

For every hour of pain I have had a day of pleasure. For every moment of worry, an hour of content.