... love moves the world along.
We two make banquets of the plainest fare In every cup we find the thrill of pleasure... For us life always moves with lilting measure We two, we two, we make our world, our pleasure
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
Do you wish the world were happy? Then remember day by day, just to scatter seeds of kindness as you pass along the way. . . .
The world needs divine power in every human being the recognition of which is the secret to all success and happiness
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.
I hold it true that thoughts are things Endowed with bodies, breath, and wings, And that we send them forth to fill The world with good results--or ill.
Let there be many windows to your soul, that all the glory of the world may beautify it.