Gold that buys health can never be ill spent; nor hours laid out in harmless merriment

Gold that buys health can never be ill spent, Nor hours laid out in harmless merriment.

What you give for the cause of charity in health is gold; what you give in sickness is silver; what you give after death is lead

With this small house, this garden large,This little gold, this lovely mate,With health in body, peace in heart--Show me a man more great.

The harder you fight to hold on to specific assumptions, the more likely there's gold in letting go of them.

Go with me and tell a Gold Star mother her son didn't hold a job. Go to Arlington National Cemetery, watch those flags, stand there and tell me those people didn't have a job.