The ripest peach is highest on the tree

Who bides his time tastes the sweet Of honey in the saltiest tear; And though he fares with slowest feet Joy runs to meet him drawing near.

Continuous, unflagging effort, persistence and determination will win. Let not the man be discouraged who has these.

Think of him still as the same, I say, He is not dead, he is just - away.

It is no use to grumble and complain; It's just as cheap and easy to rejoice; When God sorts out the weather and sends rain - Why, rain's my choice.

Just a wee cot-the crickets chirr-love and the smiling face of her.

I love the horse from hoof to head. From head to hoof and tail to mane. I love the horse as I have said - From head to hoof and back again.