But Here In The Struggle For Fame

But Here In The Struggle For Fame And Pelf I Want To Be Able To Like Myself. I Don't Want To Look At Myself And Know That I'm Bluster And Buff And Empty Show.

If You Never Take A Chance, You Will Never Be Defeated - But You Will Never Accomplish Anything Either.

Oh, You'll Not Be Any Poorer If You Smile Along Your Way. And Your Lot Will Not Be Harder For The Kindly Things You Say. Don't Imagine You Are Wasting Time For Others That You Spend. You Can Rise To Wealth And Glory And Still Pause To Be A Friend.

I Take Simple Everyday Things That Happen To Me And I Figure It Happens To A Lot Of Other People And I Make Simple Rhymes Out Of Them.

There's Nothing That Builds Up A Toil-weary Soul Like A Day On A Stream, Back On The Banks Of The Old Fishing Hole Where A Fellow Can Dream. There's Nothing So Good For A Man As To Flee From The City And Lie Full Length In The Shade Of A Whispering Tree And Gaze At The Sky. . . . . It Is Good For The World That Men Hunger To Go To The Banks Of A Stream, And Weary Of Sham And Of Pomp And Of Show They Have Somewhere To Dream. For This Life Would Be Dreary And Sordid And Base Did They Not Now And Then Seek Refreshment And Calm In God's Wide, Open Space And Come Back To Be Men.