A crust of bread and a corner to sleep in. A minute to smile and an hour to weep in. A pint of joy to a peck of trouble, And never a laugh but the moans come double. And that is life. A crust and a corner that makes love precious, With a smile to warm and tears to refresh us, And joy seems sweeter when cares come after, And a moan is the finest of foils for laughter. And that is life.

Slight was the thing I bought, small was the debt I thought, Poor was the loan at best - God! but the interest!

All play and no work makes Jack a mere toy.

Washington is the city where the big men of little towns come to be disillusioned

But a prayer that he sends from his heart's deep core.

We wear the mask that grins and lies.

Only the rich are lonesome.