Laugh and the world laughs with you Weep and you weep alone For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth But has trouble enough of its own.

— Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Laugh, and the world laughs with you;Weep, and you weep alone;For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own.

— Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Laugh, and the world laughs with you;Weep, and you weep alone;For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own. Sing, and the hills will answer;Sigh, it is lost on the air;The echoes bound to a joyful sound, But shrink from voicing care. Rejoice, and men will seek you;Grieve, and they turn and go;They want full measure of all your pleasure, But they do not need your woe. Be glad, and your friends are many;Be sad, and you lose them all, —There are none to decline your nectar wine, But alone you must drink life’s gall. Feast, and your halls are crowded;Fast, and the world goes by. Succeed and give, and it helps you live, But no man can help you die. There is room in the halls of pleasure For a large and lordly train, But one by one we must all file on Through the narrow aisles of pain.

— Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Like the winds of the sea are the ways of fate As the voyage along through life 'Tis the will of the soul That decides its goal And not the calm or the strife.

— Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Love lights more fires than hate extinguishes And men grow better as the world grows old.

— Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Love much. Earth has enough of bitter in it.

— Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Moon and Sea You are the moon, dear love, and I the sea:The tide of hope swells high within my breast, And hides the rough dark rocks of life's unrest When your fond eyes smile near in perigee. But when that loving face is turned from me, Low falls the tide, and the grim rocks appear, And earth's dim coast-line seems a thing to fear. You are the moon, dear one, and I the sea.

— Ella Wheeler Wilcox

No difficulty can discourage, no obstacle dismay, no trouble disheartens the man who has acquired the art of being alive. Difficulties are but dares of fate, obstacles but hurdles to try his skill, troubles but bitter tonics to give him strength; and he rises higher and looms greater after each encounter with adversity.

— Ella Wheeler Wilcox

No question is ever settled until it is settled right.

— Ella Wheeler Wilcox

So many gods, so many creeds, so many paths that wind and wind while just the art of being kind is all the sad world needs.

— Ella Wheeler Wilcox