It isn't how you die. It's what you live for.
All you need for happiness is a good gun, a good horse, and a good wife.
I was never lost in the woods in my whole life, though once I was confused for three days.
Felicity, the companion of content, is rather found in our own breasts than in the enjoyment of external things; and I firmly believe it requires but a little philosophy to make a man happy in whatever state he is.
In such a diversity it was impossible I should be disposed to melancholy.
Most of the memorable events I have myself been exercised in; and, for the satisfaction of the public, will briefly relate the circumstances of my adventures, and scenes of life, from my first movement to this country until this day.