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.Sing, and the hills will answer;Sigh, it is lost on the air;The echoes bound to a joyful sound,But shrink from voicing care.Rejoice, and men will seek you;Grieve, and they turn and go;They want full measure of all your pleasure,But they do not need your woe.Be glad, and your friends are many;Be sad, and you lose them all,—There are none to decline your nectared wine,But alone you must drink life’s gall.Feast, and your halls are crowded;Fast, and the world goes by.Succeed and give, and it helps you live,But no man can help you die.There is room in the halls of pleasureFor a large and lordly train,But one by one we must all file onThrough the narrow aisles of pain.
To sin by silence, when we should protest, Makes cowards out of men.
All love that has not friendship for its base, is like a mansion built upon the sand.
There is no chance, no destiny, no fate, that can circumvent or hinder or control the firm resolve of a determined soul.
Love much. Earth has enough of bitter in it.
'Tis easy enough to be pleasant, When life flows along like a song; But the man worth while is the one who will smile when everything goes dead wrong.
So many gods, so many creeds, so many paths that wind and wind while just the art of being kind is all the sad world needs.
When we tire of well-worn ways, we seek for new. This restless craving in the souls of men spurs them to climb, and to seek the mountain view.
And the smile that is worth the praises of earth is the smile that shines through tears.
The man who radiates good cheer, who makes life happier wherever he meets it, is always a man of vision and faith.