Let me but find it in my heart to say, When vagrant wishes beckon me astray, "This is my work; my blessing, not my doom; Of all who live, I am the one by whom This work can best be done in the right way."

Time is: Too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear.

A friend is what the heart needs all the time.

The first day of spring is one thing, and the first spring day is another. The difference between them is sometimes as great as a month.

As long as habit and routine dictate the pattern of living, new dimensions of the soul will not emerge.

So let the way wind up the hill or down, O’er rough or smooth, the journey will be joy; Still seeking what I sought when but a boy, New friendship, high adventure, and a crown. My heart will keep the courage of the quest, And hope the road’s last turn will be the best.

Lord, when my spirit shall return to thee, At the foot of a friendly tree let my body be buried, That this dust may rise and rejoice among the branches.