"I know that the soul is aided
Sometimes by the heart's unrest,
And to grow means often to suffer --
But whatever is--is best."

“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”

"Waste no tears
Upon the blotted record of lost years,
But turn the leaf, and smile, oh! smile, to see
The fair white pages that remain for thee.”