I have seen men march to the wars, and then I have watched their homeward tread, and they brought back bodies of living men, But their eyes were cold…

- Edmund Vance Cooke

Kisses kept are wasted; love is to be tasted.

- Edmund Vance Cooke

So you tell yourself you are pretty find clay To have tricked temptation and turned it away, But wait, my friend, for a different day; Wait till you …

- Edmund Vance Cooke

Don't fight with the pillow, but lay down your head And kick every worriment out of the bed.

- Edmund Vance Cooke

Perhaps the reward of the spirit who tries Is not the goal but the exercise.

- Edmund Vance Cooke

Oh, a trouble's a ton, or a trouble's an ounce Or a trouble is what you make it, And it isn't the fact that you're hurt that counts, But only how did…

- Edmund Vance Cooke

You are beaten to earth? Well, well, what's that? Come up with a smiling face, It's nothing against you to fall down flat But to lie there - that's a…

- Edmund Vance Cooke

But maybe prayer is a road to rise, A mountain path leading toward the skies To assist the spirit who truly tries. But it isn't a shibboleth, creed, …

- Edmund Vance Cooke

Kisses kept are wasted; Love is to be tasted. There are some you love, I know; Be not loathe to tell them so. Lips go dry and eyes grow wet Waiting t…

- Edmund Vance Cooke