You have to believe in happiness, or happiness never comes Ah, that’s the reason a bird can sing. On his darkest day, he believes in spring.
If you can’t be a highway, then just be a trail, If you can’t be the sun, be a star; It isn’t by size that you win or you fail. Be the best of whatever you are.
Men look to the East for the dawning things, for the light of a raising sunBut they look to the West, to the crimson West, for the things that are done, are done.
Good timber does not grow with ease: The stronger wind, the stronger trees; The further sky, the greater length; The more the storm, the more the strength. By sun and cold, by rain and snow, In trees and men good timbers grow.
The tree that never had to fight for sun and sky and air and light but stood out in the open plain and always got it share of rain, never became a forest king but lived and died a scrubby thing. Good timber does not grow with ease. The stronger wind, the stronger trees.
The biggest liar in the world is They Say.
Father of fathers, make me one, A fit example for a son.
He who makes a garden Works hand in hand with God.
Thorns may hurt you, men desert you, sunlight turn to fog; but you’re never friendless ever, if you have a dog.
Courage is to feel the daily daggers of relentless steel and keep on living.
You have to believe in happiness, or happiness never comes.
A liar freely gives his oath