Do you wish the world were happy? Then remember day by day, just to scatter seeds of kindness as you pass along the way. . . .

A pat on the back is only a few vertebrae removed from a kick in the pants, but is miles ahead in results.

One bitter time of mourning, I remember, When day, and night, my sad heart did complain, My life, I said, was one cold, bleak December, And all its pleasures, were but whited pain.

It has ever been since time began, and ever will be, till time lose breath, that love is a mood - no more - to man, and love to a woman is life or death.

We flatter those we scarcely know, We please the fleeting guest; And deal full many a thoughtless blow, To those who love us best. 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. There is new strength, repose of mind, and inspiration in fresh apparel.

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.

And however dark the skies may appear, And however souls may blunder, I tell you it all will work out clear, For good lies over and under.