“After the fierce midsummer all ablaze Has burned itself to ashes, and expires In the intensity of its own fires,There come the mellow, mild, St. Martin daysCrowned with the calm of peace, but sad with haze. So after Love has led us, till he tires Of his own throes, and torments, and desires,Comes large-eyed friendship: with a restful gaze,He beckons us to follow, and across Cool verdant vales we wander free from care. Is it a touch of frost lies in the air?Why are we haunted with a sense of loss?We do not wish the pain back, or the heat;And yet, and yet, these days are incomplete.”

“Love much. Earth has enough of bitter in it.”

“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.”

“To sin by silence, when we should protest, Makes cowards out of men.”

“'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.”

“And the smile that is worth the praises of earth is the smile that shines through tears.”

“All love that has not friendship for its base, is like a mansion built upon the sand.”

“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.”

“The man who radiates good cheer, who makes life happier wherever he meets it, is always a man of vision and faith.”

“There is no chance, no destiny, no fate, that can circumvent or hinder or control the firm resolve of a determined soul.”

“No difficulty can discourage, no obstacle dismay, no trouble dishearten the man who has acquired the art of being alive. Difficulties are but dares of fate, obstacles but hurdles to try his skill, troubles but bitter tonics to give him strength; and he rises higher and looms greater after each encounter with adversity.”