I'm Only Wishing To Go A-fishing;for This

I Shall Grow Old, But Never Lose Life's Zest, Because The Road's Last Turn Will Be The Best.

As Long As Habit And Routine Dictate The Pattern Of Living, New Dimensions Of The Soul Will Not Emerge.

What Is Fortune, What Is Fame? Futile Gold And Phantom Name- Riches Buried In A Cave, Glory Written On A Grave.

This Is The Gospel Of Labour, Ring It, Ye Bells Of The Kirk! The Lord Of Love Came Down From Above, To Live With The Men Who Work. This Is The Rose That He Planted, Here In The Thorn-curst Soil: Heaven Is Blest With Perfect Rest, But The Blessing Of Earth Is Toil.

Those Who Would See Wonderful Things Must Often Be Ready To Travel Alone.