To me life means the growing of a soul. I do not know why this duty is imposed upon us. I merely know that it is, and I feel that we are given much latitude of free will.

... overconfidence in one's own ability is the root of much evil. Vanity, egoism, is the deadliest of all characteristics. This vanity, combined with extreme ignorance of conditions the knowledge of which is the very A B C of business and of life, produces more shipwrecks and heartaches than any other part of our mental make-up.

I simply don't believe in failure. In itself, it doesn't exist. We create it. We make ourselves fail.

Life means opportunity, and the thing men call death is the last wonderful, beautiful adventure.

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.

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.

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