the joy that you give to others is the joy that comes back to you

Give lettered pomp to teeth of Time, So "Bonnie Doon" but tarry; Blot out the epic's stately rhyme, But spare his "Highland Mary!"

And sweet and far as from a star, replied a voice which shall not cease, till drowning all the noise of war, it sings the blessed song of peace

Rest if you must, but never quit.

What moistens the lip and what brightens the eye? What calls back the past like the rich pumpkin pie?

If thou of fortune be bereft, and in thy store there be but left two loaves, sell one, and with the dole, buy hyacinths to feed thy soul.

the joy that you give to others is the joy that comes back to you