The man is a success who has lived well, laughed often, and loved much; who has gained the respect of intelligent men and the love of children; who has filled his niche and accomplished his task; who leaves the world better than he found it, whether by an improved poppy, a perfect poem, or a rescued soul; who never lacked appreciation of earth's beauty or failed to express it; who looked for the best in others and gave the best he had.

To travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive.

Everybody, soon or late, sits down to a banquet of consequences.

To be honest...here is a task for all that a man has of fortitude.

It is the mark of a good action that it appears inevitable in retrospect.

We live in an ascending scale when we live happily, one thing leading to another in an endless series.

The best things are nearest: breath in your nostrils, light in your eyes, flowers at your feet, duties at your hand, the path of God just before you. Then do not grasp at the stars, but do life's plain common work as it comes certain that daily duties and daily bread are the sweetest things of life.

Away with funeral music-set The pipe to powerful lips- The cup of life's for him that drinks And not for him that sips.

To be honest, to be kind-to earn a little and to spend a little less, to make upon the whole a family happier for his presence, to renounce when that shall be necessary and not be embittered, to keep a few friends but these without capitulation-above all, on the same grim condition to keep friends with himself-here is a task for all that a man has of fortitude and delicacy.