Just a little every day That's the way Children learn to read and write Bit by bit and mite by mite.
Whatever is a cruel wrong, Whatever is unjust, The honest years that speed along Will trample in the dust ... 
Don't look for flaws as you go through life and even when you find them it is wise and kind to be somewhat blind, and look for the virtue behind them. 
Come, cuddle your head on my shoulder, dear, your head like the golden rod, and we will go sailing away from here to the beautiful Land Of Nod. 
To be able to enjoy heaven, one must learn first to enjoy earth. 
Through strife the slumbering soul awakes, We learn on error's troubled route The truths we could not prize without The sorrow of our sad mistakes. 
No question is ever settled until it is settled right. 
But though that place I never gain,Herein lies comfort for my pain:
I will be worthy of it.
The dark today leads into light tomorrow. There is no endless joy, and yet no endless sorrow. 
Thank Fate for foes! I hold mine dear As valued friends. He cannot know The zest of life who runneth here His earthly race without a foe ... 
With every deed you are sowing a seed, though the harvest you may not see. 
To sin by silence, when we should protest, Makes cowards out of men. 
This world is a vaporous jest at best, Tossed off by the gods in laughter, And a cruel attempt at wit were it, If nothing better came after. 
Cry and you'll cry alone, Laugh and the world will laugh with you. 
Feast, and your halls are crowded Fast, and the world goes by Succeed and give, and it helps you live But no man can help you die 
Time loves a new lay; and the dirge he is playingWill change for you soon to a livelier strain.
A day which passed without a poem from my pen I considered lost and misused. 
Even so We find the sea of sorrow. Black as night The sullen surface meets our frightened gaze, As down we sink to darkness and despair ... 
Give thy love freely, do not count the cost: So beautiful a thing was never lost. 
Time is the best avenger. 
Talk not of the river or lake To those who have looked on the sea. 
And let its meaning permeateWhatever comes, This too shall pass away.
Good music is wine turned to sound 
Do you wish the world were happy? Then remember day by day, just to scatter seeds of kindness as you pass along the way ... 
No path is wholly rough. 
I love your lips when they're wet with wine and red with wicked desire 
Love moves the world along. 
Hide in your heart a bitter thought, Still it has power to blight; Think Love, although you speak it not It gives the world more light. 
God made poor woman with no heart, But gave her skill, and tact, and art, And so she lives, and plays her part. We must not blame, but pity her ... 
There is nothing ridiculous in love. 
It is easy to tell the toiler How best he can carry his pack But no one can rate a burden's weight Until it has been on his back 
You never can tell when you send a word, Like an arrow shot from a bow By an archer blind, be it cruel or kind, Just where it may chance to go! 
For every hour of pain I have had a day of pleasure. For every moment of worry, an hour of content. 
How happy they are, in all seeming, How gay, or how smilingly proud, How brightly their faces are beaming, These people who make up the crowd! 
Time sped. And the poet through sorrow Became like his suffering kind. Again he toiled over his poems To lighten the grief of his mind ... 
There is no balking genius. Only death can silence it or hinder. 
Thou canst not force my soul to wish thee ill, That is the only evil that can kill. 
There is room in the halls of pleasure for a large and lordly train, but one by one we must all file on through the narrow aisles of pain. 
And the smile that is worth the praises of earth is the smile that shines through tears. 
So many gods, so many creeds, So many paths that wind and wind, While just the art of being kind Is all the sad world needs. 
Whatever is ... is best. 
Who would attain to summits still and fair,Must nerve himself through valleys of despair. 
Oh! I know this truth, if I know no other, That passionate Love is Pain's own mother. 
High in the heavens I saw the moon this morning, Albeit the sun shone bright; Unto my soul it spoke, in voice of warning, "Remember Night!" 
Love lights more fire than hate extinguishes. 
Talk faith. The world is better off without, Your uttered ignorance and morbid doubt. 
One ship drives east and other drives west by the same winds that blow. It's the set of the sails and not the gales that determines the way they go. 
No one will grieve because your lips are dumb. 
Talk happiness. The world is sad enough Without your woe. No path is wholly rough.
Let us clear a little space, And make Love a burial-place. He is dead, dear, as you see, And he wearies you and me. 
Love much. Earth has enough of bitter in it. 
I knew it the first of the summer, I knew it the same at the end, That you and your love were plighted, But couldn't you be my friend? 
Say you are well, or all is well with you, and God shall hear your words and make them true. 
The art of being kind is all the world needs. 
Do not miss the purpose of this life, and do not wait for circumstance to mold or change you fate. 