There is romance in coffee. It comes from the ends of the earth, and goes to the far corners of man's habitation.

Despising cowardice in others, I wished to prove myself no coward. Believing in the good, the gentle, the beautiful things of life, I addressed myself to the sweet duty of keeping these attributes for my children's sake and my own. And in striving to provide a living for them, I found a success beyond my wildest dreams.

The small perplexities of small minds eddy and boil about you. Confident from the experience that has led you out of these same dangers, you attack each problem as it appears, unafraid.

There is romance in coffee. It comes from the ends of the earth, and goes to the far corners of man's habitation.

Not only is orderliness an economy; it produces rest.

Success is an absurd, erratic thing. She arrives when one least expects her and after she has come may depart again almost because of a whim.

... hunger and cold, ill-health and pain are nothing. They pass. The thing that remains is ignorant criticism, well-meaning but futile advice, the contempt of a subordinate, the feelings of the underdog.