Hide in your heart a bitter thought, Still it has power to blight; Think Love, although you speak it not It gives the world more light.

Always continue to climb.

I was as pure as the morning When I first looked on your face; I knew I never could reach you In your high, exalted place.

Come, cuddle your head on my shoulder, dear, your head like the golden rod, and we will go sailing away from here to the beautiful Land Of Nod.

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.

There is no chance, no destiny, no fate, that can circumvent or hinder or control the firm resolve of a determined soul.

And he who has dwelt with his heart alone, Hears all the music in friendship's tone. So better and better I comprehend How sorrow ever would be our friend.