Life Is An Arrow, Therefore

The Simple Life Which Blandly Ignores All Care And Conflict, Soon Becomes Flabby And Invertebrate, Sentimental And Gelatinous.

Happiness Is Inward, And Not Outward; And So, It Does Not Depend On What We Have, But On What We Are.

There Is No Personal Charm So Great As The Charm Of A Cheerful Temperament.

Be Glad Of Life Because It Gives You The Chance To Love, To Work, To Play, And To Look Up At The Stars.

If All The Skies Were Sunshine Our Faces Would Be Fain To Feel Once More Upon Them The Cooling Splash Of Rain. If All The World Were Music, Our Hearts Would Often Long For One Sweet Strain Of Silence, To Break The Endless Song If Life Were Always Merry, Our Souls Would Seek Relief, And Rest From Weary Laughter In The Quiet Arms Of Grief.