I care for riches, to make gifts To friends, or lead a sick man back to health With ease and plenty. Else small aid is wealth For daily gladness; once a man be done With hunger, rich and poor are all as one.
Account no man happy till he dies.
The man who sticks it out against his fate shows spirit, but the spirit of a fool.
Oh, what a power is motherhood, possessing a potent spell. Love, Light, Blessings
It would not be better if men got what they wanted.
May he die with no joy at his end, The man who won't be troubled To unlock the keys of his heart and make a friend.