A minute of success pays for years of failure.

I do what many dream of, all their lives

Truth is truth howe'er it strike.

Tis looking downward makes one dizzy.

I walked a mile with Pleasure; She chattered all the way. But left me none the wiser For all she had to say. I walked a mile with Sorrow And ne'er a word said she; But oh, the things I learned from her When Sorrow walked with me!

Outside are the storms and strangers: we — Oh, close, safe, warm sleep I and she, — I and she!

If you can sit at set of sun And count the deeds that you have done And counting find oneself-denying act, one word That eased the heart of him that heard. One glance most kind, Which fell like sunshine where he went, Then you may count that day well spent.