The good Lord understood us when… He knew we couldn’t stand it to be… He knew He’d have to shape us so… We could let our neighbors know it… So He touched the lips of Adam an…

As a golfer I’m not one who cops… I shall always be a member of the… There are times my style is positi… I am awkward in my handling of the… I am not a skillful golfer, nor a…

Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen Is Ma. Lovelier than any queen Is Ma. Girls with curls go walking by,

He was down and out, and his pluck… And he said to me in a gloomy way: ‘I’ve wasted my chances, one by on… And I’m just no good, as the peop… Nothing ahead, and my dreams all d…

If you would rise above the throng And seek the crown of fame, You must do more than drift along And merely play the game. Whatever path your feet may tread,

Mine is a song of hope For the days that lie before; For the grander things The morrow brings When the struggle days are o’er.

The miser thinks he’s living when… The soldier calls it living when h… The sailor thinks it living to be… And upon this very subject no two… But I hold to the opinion, as I w…

The job will not make you, my boy; The job will not bring you to fame Or riches or honor or joy Or add any weight to your name. You may fail or succeed where you…

Poets have sung of the old-fashion… The old-fashioned pictures that hu… The old-fashioned people, the old-… The old-fashioned fashions they lo… The squeaky armchair that our gran…

Little women, little men, Childhood never comes again. Live it gaily while you may; Give your baby souls to play; March to sound of stick and pan,

My land is where the kind folks ar… And where the friends are true, Where comrades brave will travel f… Some kindly deed to do. My land is where the smiles are br…

Good books are friendly things to… If you are busy they will wait. They will not call you on the phon… Or wake you if the hour is late. They stand together row by row,

If only I were Santa Claus and y… I’d find the chimney to your heart… On Christmas Eve when all was sti… Much like your Santa Claus of old… And in the pack upon my back all s…

Never a sigh for the cares that sh… Never a thought of the joys that f… Her one regret that she couldn’t d… Thoughtless and selfish, her Mast… Oh, the long nights that she came…

I do not ask a store of wealth, Nor special gift of power; I hope always for strength and hea… To brave each troubled hour. But life would be distinctly good,