A Quote by Sam Walter Foss

Strew gladness on the paths of men-You will not pass this way again. — © Sam Walter Foss
Strew gladness on the paths of men-You will not pass this way again.
Strew your gladness on earth's bed, So be merry, so be dead.
Slowly, painstakingly, like ants, men would make their paths and civilization and their wars once again, only to have it wash away again.
Oh the gladness of their gladness when they're glad, And the sadness of their sadness when they're sad; But the gladness of their gladness, and the sadness of their sadness, Are as nothing to their badness when they're bad
Modern Western thought will pass into history and be incorporated in it, will have its influence and its place, just as our body will pass into the composition of grass, of sheep, of cutlets, and of men.
One particular debate that I have seen play out again and again is whether trans people who have more traditional gender expressions or who "pass" more should be the ones who are represented. A recent advocacy guide focused on advocating around trans health care access produced by the largest trans advocacy organization in the US instructs readers that advocacy will be more successful if the message is delivered by people who pass as non-trans men and women.
The Great Way has no gate; / there are a thousand paths to it. / If you pass through the barrier, / you walk the universe alone.
My grandmother used to say that twisting paths always cross again," he told her. "And whose paths are more twisted than ours?
Stories open up new paths, sometimes send us back to old ones, and close off still others. Telling and listening to stories we too imaginatively walk down those paths - paths of longing, paths of hope, paths of desperation.
I shall pass through life but once. Let me show kindness now, as I shall not pass this way again.
This moment deserves your full attention, for it will not pass your way again.
It is my great hope that our paths, however long and winding, will cross again.
As I grow older, much older, I will experience many things, and I will hit rock bottom again and again. Again and again I will suffer; again and again I will get back on my feet. I will not be defeated. I won't let my spirit be destroyed.
What wisdom, what warning can prevail against gladness? There is no law so strong that a little gladness may not transgress.
A chord, stronger or weaker, is snapped asunder in every parting, and time's busy fingers are not practiced in re-splicing broken ties. Meet again you may; will it be in the same way? With the same sympathies? With the same sentiments? Will the souls, hurrying on in diverse paths, unite once more, as if the interval had been a dream? Rarely, rarely!
Don't be attracted to easy paths because the paths that make your feet bleed are the only way to get ahead in life.
I expect to pass through life but once. If therefore, there be any kindness I can show, or any good thing I can do to any fellow being, let me do it now, and not defer or neglect it, as I shall not pass this way again.
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