As I Make My Slow Pilgrimage Through

People Seldom Refuse Help, If One Offers It In The Right Way.

I Have Known Some Quite Good People Who Were Unhappy, But Never An Interested Person Who Was Unhappy.

Congenial Labor Is Essence Of Happiness.

There Remain Times When One Can Only Endure. One Lives On, One Doesn't Die, And The Only Thing That One Can Do, Is To Fill One's Mind And Time As Far As Possible With The Concerns Of Other People. It Doesn't Bring Immediate Peace, But It Brings The Dawn Nearer.

I Never Enter A New Company Without The Hope That I May Discover A Friend, Perhaps The Friend, Sitting There With An Expectant Smile. That Hope Survives A Thousand Disappointments.