“Give of thy love, nor wait to know the worth Of what thou lovest; and ask no returning. And wheresoe'er thy pathway leads on earth, There thou shalt find the lamp of love-light burning.”

“It is easy to be pleasant when life flows by like a song, but the man worth while is the one who will smile when everything goes dead wrong. For the test of the heart is trouble, and it always comes with years, and the smile that is worth the praises of earth is the smile that shines through the tears.”

“Moon and SeaYou are the moon, dear love, and I the sea:The tide of hope swells high within my breast,And hides the rough dark rocks of life's unrestWhen your fond eyes smile near in perigee.But when that loving face is turned from me,Low falls the tide, and the grim rocks appear,And earth's dim coast-line seems a thing to fear.You are the moon, dear one, and I the sea.”

“We flatter those we scarcely know,We please the fleeting guest;And deal full many a thoughtless blow,To those who love us best.”

“There's one sad truth in life I've foundWhile journeying east and west -The only folks we really woundAre those we love the best.We flatter those we scarcely know,We please the fleeting guest,And deal full many a thoughtless blowTo those who love us best.”

“Thank God, I say, for while I love you so, With that vast love, as passionate as tender, I feel an exultation as I know I have not made you a complete surrender. Here is my body; bruise it, if you will, And break my heart; I have that something still. You cannot grasp it”

“Two Kinds of PeopleThere are two kinds of people on earth today,Two kinds of people no more I say.Not the good or the bad, for it's well understood,The good are half bad, the bad are half good.Not the happy or sad, for in the swift-flying years,Bring each man his laughter, each man his tears.Not the rich or the poor, for to count a man's wealth,You must know the state of his conscience and health.Not the humble and proud, for in life's busy span,Who puts on vain airs is not counted a man.No! the two kinds of people on earth I mean,Are the people who lift, the people who lean.Wherever you go you'll find the world's massesAre ever divided into these two classes.And, strangely enough, you will find, too, I mean,There is only one lifter to twenty who lean.In which class are you? Are you easing the loadOf the overtaxed lifters who toiled down the road?Or are you a leaner who lets others bear,Your portion of worry and labor and care?”