It is easy enough to be pleasant, When life flows by like a song, But the man worth while is one who will smile, When everything goes dead wrong. - Ella Wheeler Wilcox

All love that has not friendship for its base, is like a mansion built upon sand.

Moon and Sea

You are the moon, dear love, and I the sea:
The tide of hope swells high within my breast,
And hides the rough dark rocks of life's unrest
When your fond eyes smile near in perigee.
But when that loving face is turned from me,
Low falls the tide, and the grim rocks appear,
And earth's dim coast-line seems a thing to fear.
You are the moon, dear one, and I the sea.

Each mental wave we send out from the mind, Or base, or kind, Completes its circuit, then with added force Seeks its own source.