“No use weepin' when the milk is spilled,No use growlin' when your hopes are killed,No use kickin' when the lightnin' strikesOr the floods come along an' wreck your dykes;Only thing for a man right thenIs to grit his teeth an' start again.For it's how life is an' the way things areThat you've got to face if you travel far;An' the storms will come an' the failures, too,An' plans go wrong spite of all you do;An' the only thing that will help you win,Is the grit of a man and a stern set chin.”Edgar Guest (1881–1959) American writerSource: When Day is Done (1921), No Use Sighin' , stanzas 3 and 4.Life, Hope, Way, Travel