Ella Wheeler Wilcox was born Nov 5, 1850–Oct 30, 1919 she was an American author and poet.

“There is no chance, no destiny, no fate, that can circumvent, or hinder or control the firm resolve of a determined soul.”

― 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.

I am the voice of the voiceless;

Through me the dumb shall speak,

Till the deaf world’s ear be made to hear

The wrongs of the wordless weak.

From street, from cage, and from kennel,

From stable and zoo, the wail

Of my tortured kin proclaims the sin

Of the mighty against the frail.

― 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