We must not creep along when our souls cry out for us to soar!

Make the most of every sense; glory in all the facets of pleasure and beauty which the world reveals to you...

I fall, I stand still... I trudge on. I gain a little... I get more eager and climb higher and begin to see the widening horizon. Every struggle is a victory.

So long as the memory of certain beloved friends lives in my heart, I shall say that life is good.

Where once stood the steadfast pines, great, beautiful, sweet, my hand touched raw, moist stumps. All about lay broken branches, like the antlers of stricken deer. The fragrant, piled-up sawdust swirled and tumbled about me. An unreasoning resentment flashed through me at the ruthless destruction of the beauty that I love.

Instead of comparing our lot with that of those who are more fortunate than we are, we should compare it with the lot of the great majority of our fellow men. It then appears that we are among the privileged.

As the eagle was killed by the arrow winged with his own feather, so the hand of the world is wounded by its own skill.