Doubt cries, "It is impossible! You can't, you can't go on!" Faith softly whispers, "Yes, you can. Just trust in God. Be Calm." Doubt cries, "Look down! Your path is steep And rough with stones and briar!" Faith gently says, "I'll take your hand. It's beautiful up higher." Doubt has not one thing to give But "going back" alone; Faith has God, eternal life, And heirship to a throne! And so, on unseen eagle's wings, These feet of clay are borne. While faith within me sings and sings, We rise above the storm!
Quarrel not at all. No man resolved to make the most of himself can spare time for personal contention. Still less can he afford to take all the consequences, including the vitiation of his temper and loss of self-control. Yield larger things to which you can show no more than equal right; and yield lesser ones, though clearly your own. Better give your path to a dog than be bitten by him in contesting for the right. Even killing the dog would not cure the bite.