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

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

Yes, I have dreams. I ofttimes dream of Love As radiant and brilliant as a star. As changeless, too, as that fixed light afar Which glorifies vast worlds of space above.

I think of death as some delightful journey that I shall take when all my tasks are done.

God sent us here to make mistakes

When the heart grows weary, all things seem dreary; When the burden grows heavy, the way seems long. Thank God for sending kind death as an ending, Like a grand Amen to a minor song.

It is never too late to begin rebuilding, Though all into ruins your life seems hurled; For see! how the light of the New Year is gilding The wan, worn face of the bruised old world.