The sin and the shame and the sorrow, The crime and the want and the woe That are born there in your workshop, No hand can paint, you know.

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

Laugh, and the world laughs with you: Weep, and you weep alone. For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own.

Be careful what rubbish you toss in the tide. On outgoing billows it drifts from your sight, But back on the incoming waves it may ride And land at your threshold again before night. Be careful what rubbish you toss in the tide.

No path is wholly rough.

Change is the watchword of progression.

To sin by silence, when they should protest, makes cowards of men.