They cannot scare me with their empty spaces Between stars—on stars where no human race is. I have it in me so much nearer home To scare myself with my own desert places.

God made a beauteous garden With lovely flowers strown, But one straight, narrow pathway That was not overgrown. And to this beauteous garden He brought mankind to live, And said "To you, my children, These lovely flowers I give. Prune ye my vines and fig trees, With care my flowers tend, But keep the pathway open Your home is at the end." God's Garden

Life must be kept up at a great rate in order to absorb any considerable amount of learning.

Oh, come forth into the storm and rout And be my love in the rain.

When work becomes play, and play becomes your work, your life unfolds.

A champion of the workingman has never been known to die of overwork.

Fortunately, we don't need to know how bad an age is. There is something we can always be doing without reference to how good or bad the age is.