Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Here, on this side of the grave, Here, should we labor and love.

There is room in the halls of pleasure For a long and lordly train, But one by one we must all file on Through the narrow aisles of pain.

Rejoice, and men will seek you; Grieve, and they turn and go. They want full measure of all your pleasure, But they do not need your woe. Be glad, and your friends are many; Be sad, and you lose them all.

Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone. For this brave old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own. Sing, and the hills will answer; Sigh, it is lost on the air.

It is impossible to pursue a successful literary career and follow the advice of all one's 'best friends'. I feel compelled to follow the light which my own intellect & judgement cast upon my way, rather than any one of the many …

Oh you who read some song I have sung What know you of the soul from whence it sprung

The world needs divine power in every human being the recognition of which is the secret to all success and happiness

There is no language that love does not speak

How fleeting the sorrows of youth, how slight the foundations on which the young build towers of despair