Now A Promise Made Is A Debt

Just Draw On Your Grit; It's So Easy To Quit - It's The Keeping Your Chin Up That's Hard.

Write Verse, Not Poetry. The Public Wants Verse. If You Have A Talent For Poetry, Then Don't By Any Means Mother It, But Try Your Hand At Verse.

The Trails Of The World Be Countless, And Most Of The Trails Be Tried; You Tread On The Heels Of The Many, Till You Come Where The Ways Divide;and One Lies Safe In The Sunlight, And The Other Is Dreary And Wan,but You Look Aslant At The Lone Trail, And The Lone Trail Lures You On.

The Lonely Sunsets Flare Forlorn Down Valleys Dreadly Desolate; The Lonely Mountains Soar In Scorn As Still As Death, As Stern As Fate.

Avoid Extremes: Be Moderate In Saving And In Spending; An Equable And Easy Gait Will Win An Easy Ending.