Isn’t the real manly boy the one who can lose cheerfully when he has played the game the best he possibly could and has been honestly defeated?
Nothing of us belongs so wholly to other people as our looks.—Glover.
Nothing is ever well done that is not done cheerfully. The one with a growl spoils whatever joy good fortune may seek to bring him. The man with whom the whole world loves to be in partnership is
THE ONE WITH A SONG
Our greatest glory consists, not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.—Goldsmith.
The cloud-maker says it is going to storm,
And we’re sure to have awful weather,—
Just terribly wet or cold or warm,
Or maybe all three together!
But while his spirit is overcast