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.

Love lights more fires than hate extinguishes, and men grow better as the world grows old.

Be not impatient in delay,But wait as one who understands;When spirit rises and commands,The gods are ready to obey.

To sin by silence, when we should protest, Makes cowards out of men.

And the smile that is worth the praises of earth is the smile that shines through tears.

Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone;
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.