However mean your life is, meet it and live it;do not shun it and call it hard names.It is not so bad as you are.It looks poorest when you are richest.The fault-finder will find faults even in paradise.
Love your life, poor as it is.You may perhaps have some pleasant, thrilling, glorious hours,even in a poorhouse.
The setting sun is reflected from the windows of the almshouse as brightly as from the rich man's abode;the snow melts before its door as early in the spring.I do not see but a quiet mind may live as contentedly there,and have as cheering thoughts, as in a palace.
The town's poor seem to me often to live the most independent lives of any.Maybe they are simply great enough to receive without misgiving.Most think that they are above being supported by the town;but it oftener happens that they are not above supporting themselves by dishonest means, which should be more disreputable.
Cultivate poverty like a garden herb, like sage.Do not trouble yourself much to get new things,whether clothes or friends.Turn the old; return to them.
Things do not change; we change.Sell your clothes and keep your thoughts.
God will see that you do not want society.If I were confined to a corner of a garret all my days,like a spider,the world would be just as large to me while I had my thoughts about me.
Life can be good,Life can be bad,Life is mostly cheerful,But sometimes sad.
Life can be dreams,Life can be great thoughts;Life can mean a person,Sitting in court.
Life can be dirty,Life can even be painful;But life is what you make it,So try to make it beautiful.
If I’ll be able to succeed.Since I leave for a faraway place,I’ll do nothing but trek night and day.I don’t want to consider.
If I will be able to obtain love.Since I’m deep in love with roses,I’ll show my sincerity boldly.I don’t want to consider
If I’ll meet with cold wind and rain.Since the horizon is the destination I want to reach,I’ll leave nothing but a figure on the Earth indeed.I don’t want to consider.If my future will be smooth or bumpy.
If only I love life, love life,Everything is to be done in good time.
If by life you were deceived,Don’t be dismal, don’t be wild!
In the day of grief, be mild.Merry days will come, believe.
Heart is living in tomorrow;Present is dejected here;In a moment, passes sorrow;That which passes will be dear.