Let us perform our duty today, let us put away a kindly act, a smile, a word of cheer in the bank of good deeds.
Each of us has our share in this world's work. It matters little whether our actual share is what we had guessed or wished it to be.
Vicissitudes clip us here and there, so-called misfortune or bad luck will strike us when least suspected. The failure of our dreams should not grieve us.
We cannot reach up and grasp the stars, but like the pilot at the wheel at sea we can steer by those stars and help us on our way.
Our ideal may not be realized but the journey to it may still be a pleasant one.
Our ideals, plans and hopes had a real purpose, a real service; they gave us courage and made us work and thus they were well worth while.
We must not in the old age period condemn ourselves because our plans failed or our castles were shattered.
There is no hard luck but incurable disease or death. It is not for us to mourn the past or weep over the vases from which the flowers are gone.
In our active days we must realize we are putting memories away in our brains that will come back to us in old age.
Only what we put in our brains we can take out.