“’Bout every day you’ll hear some man complainin’ of his lot,
And tellin’, if he’d had a chance like other people, what
He might have been! He’d like to know how he can ever win
When all the grass that comes his way is all so short and thin.
But over in the neighbors’ fields, why, he can plainly see
That they’re in clover plumb knee-deep and sweet as sweet can be!
At times it’s hard to tell if things are made of gold or brass;
Some men can’t see them distant fields are full of ‘yender grass.’
Greatness lies, not in being strong, but in the right using of strength.—Beecher.
Great is wisdom; infinite is the value of wisdom. It cannot be exaggerated; it is the highest achievement of man.—Carlyle.