Speak softly. It is far better to rule by love than fear.Speak softly. Let no harsh words mar the good we may do here.
Roses grow on thorns and honey wears a sting.
I have been there, and still would go; 'T is like a little heaven below.
Forbid it Lord that I should boast, save in the death of Christ, my God: All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to his blood.
I would not change my native landFor rich Peru with all her gold
Whatever brawls disturb the street, There should be peace at home.