Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Love much. Earth has enough of bitter in it.

To sin in silence while others doth protest makes cowards out of men.

To sin by silence when we should protest makes cowards out of men.

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

No question is ever settled until it is settled right.

Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone.
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.

The dark today leads into light tomorrow;
There is no endless joy,
...and yet no endless sorrow.

So many Gods, so many creeds
So many ways that wind and wind,
While just the art of being kind
is all this sad world needs.