The world is a playground, and life is pushing my swing.

The world is a playground, and life is pushing my swing.

Fly away, pretty moth, to the shade
Of the leaf where you slumbered all day;
Be content read more

Fly away, pretty moth, to the shade
Of the leaf where you slumbered all day;
Be content with the moon and the stars, pretty moth,
And make use of your wings while you may.
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But tho' dreams of delight may have dazzled you quite,
They at last found it dangerous play;
Many things in this world that look bright, pretty moth,
Only dazzle to lead us astray.

This restless world
Is full of chances, which by habit's power
To learn to bear is easier read more

This restless world
Is full of chances, which by habit's power
To learn to bear is easier than to shun.

The world is like a board with holes in it, and the square men
have got into the round read more

The world is like a board with holes in it, and the square men
have got into the round holes, and the round into the square.

If the world is cold, make it your business to build fires.

If the world is cold, make it your business to build fires.

We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts, we make the world.

We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts, we make the world.

The world always had the same bankrupt look, to foregoing ages as to us.

The world always had the same bankrupt look, to foregoing ages as to us.

What's the use of a fine house if you haven't got a tolerable planet to put it on?

What's the use of a fine house if you haven't got a tolerable planet to put it on?

Wandering between two worlds, one dead,
The other powerless to be born
With nowhere yet to rest read more

Wandering between two worlds, one dead,
The other powerless to be born
With nowhere yet to rest my head,
Like these, on earth I wait forlorn.