Courage Must Come From The Soul Within;

All The World Loves A Lover, But How It Does Laugh At His Love Letters.

The Making Of Friends Life Is Sweet Because Of The Friends We Have Made And The Things Which In Common We Share; We Want To Live On, Not Because Of Ourselves, But Because Of The Ones Who Would Care. It's Living And Doing For Somebody Else On That All Of Life's Splendor Depends, And The Joy Of It All, When We Count It All Up, Is Found In The Making Of Friends.

Be A Friend. You Don't Need Glory. Friendship Is A Simple Story.

Tomorrow--there's No Day So Fair, It Knows No Sorrow; A Day That Banishes Despair, Joy Rules Tomorrow.

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.