It isn't the size of your
house as such That matters so much at all.
It's the gentle hand and
its loving touch, That make it great or small.
The friends who come
and the hour they go, Who out of your house depart, Will judge it not by
the style you show, But rather by the size of your heart.
It isn't the
size of your head so much, It isn't the wealth you found.
That will
make you happy -- it's how you touch The lives that are all
around.
For making money is not hard -- To live life well is an
art:
How people love you, how they regard, Is all in the size of your
heart.
