“You will be surprised to find how much that has seemed hopelessly disagreeable possesses either an instructive or an amusing side." from "The Heart of the New Thought" 1902.”

“It is easy to tell the toiler How best he can carry his packBut no one can rate a burden's weightUntil it has been on his back”

“I hold it true that thoughts are thingsEndowed with bodies, breath, and wings,And that we send them forth to fillThe world with good results - or ill.That which we call our secret thoughtSpeeds to the earth's remotest spot,And leaves its blessings or its woesLike tracks behind it as it goes.It is God's law. Remember itIn your still chamber as you sitWith thoughts you would not dare have known,And yet made comrades when alone.These thoughts have life; and they will flyAnd leave their impress by-and-by,Like some marsh breeze, whose poisoned breathBreathes into homes its fevered breath.And after you have quite forgotOr all outgrown some vanished thought,Back to your mind to make its home,A dove or raven, it will come.Then let your secret thoughts be fair;They have a vital part and shareIn shaping worlds and moulding fate --God's system is so intricate.”

“Laugh, and the world laughs with you;Weep, and you weep alone;For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,But has trouble enough of its own.”

“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”

“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.”

“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?”