Be Master Of Your Petty Annoyances And

The Trails Of The World Be Countless, And Most Of The Trails Be Tried; You Tread On The Heels Of The Many, Till You Come Where The Ways Divide;and One Lies Safe In The Sunlight, And The Other Is Dreary And Wan,but You Look Aslant At The Lone Trail, And The Lone Trail Lures You On.

The Only Society I Like Is Rough And Tough, And The Tougher The Better. There's Where You Get Down To Bedrock And Meet Human People.

The Wanderlust Has Got Me... By The Belly-aching Fire

Our Breath Is Brief, And Being So Let's Make Our Heaven Here Below, And Lavish Kindness As We Go.

Be Master Of Your Petty Annoyances And Conserve Your Energies For The Big, Worthwhile Things. It Isn't The Mountain Ahead That Wears You Out - It's The Grain Of Sand In Your Shoe.