Oh, trouble's a ton, or a trouble's an ounce, Or a trouble is what you make it. And it isn't the fact that you're hurt that counts, But only how did you take it.
E. V. Cooke – [Trouble]
Perhaps the reward of the spirit who tries is not the goal but the exercise.
E. V. Cooke – [Rewards]
You are beaten to earth? Well, well, what's that? Come up with a smiling face, It's nothing against you to fall down flat/ But to lie there-that's a disgrace.
E. V. Cooke – [Failure]