Every Winter, When The Great Sun Has

The Men Whom I Have Seen Succeed Best In Life Always Have Been Cheerful And Hopeful Men; Who Went About Their Business With A Smile On Their Faces; And Took The Changes And Chances Of This Mortal Life Like Men; Facing Rough And Smooth Alike As It Came.

Still The Race Of Hero Spirits Pass The Lamp From Hand To Hand.

Pain Is No Evil, Unless It Conquers Us.

A Blessed Thing It Is For Any Man Or Woman To Have A Friend, One Human Soul Whom We Can Trust Utterly, Who Knows The Best And Worst Of Us, And Who Loves Us In Spite Of All Our Faults.

Madame Nature Allows No Dangerous Classes, In The Modern Sense. She Has, Doubtless For Some Wise Reason, No Mercy For The Weak. She Rewards Each Organism According To Its Works; And If Anything Grows Too Weak Or Stupid To Take Care Of Itself, She Gives It Its Due Deserts By Letting It Die And Disappear.