Anticipation is seldom realized, and this is as it should be, for in time, men will learn to live each day for each day's good and each day's happiness.
Let us perform our duty to-day; let us lay away a kindly act, a smile, a word of cheer in the bank of good deeds.
Each of us has a share in this world's work. It matters little whether our actual share is what we had guessed or wished it to be.
The Value of Ideals.
Vicissitudes will cross our path here and there; so-called misfortune or bad luck will strike us when least expected. 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 that 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 except incurable disease or death. It is not for us to mourn the past or weep for the flowers that are gone.
In our active days, we should realize that we are putting memories away in our brains that will come back to us in old age.