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

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.

No path is wholly rough.

Unwearied, and with springing steps elate, I had conveyed my wealth along the road. The empty sack proved now a heavier load: I was borne down beneath its worthless weight. I stumbled on, and knocked at Death's dark gate. There was no answer. Stung by sorrow's goad I forced my way into that grim abode, And laughed, and flung Life's empty sack to Fate.

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!

Let there be many windows to your soul, that all the glory of the world may beautify it.

'Tis the set of the sail that decides the goal, and not the storm of life.