We rarely find anyone who can say he has lived a happy life, and who, content with his life, can retire from the world like a satisfied guest.

He will often have to scratch his head, and bite his nails to the quick. [To succeed he will have to puzzle his brains and work hard.]

The hour of happiness which comes unexpectedly is the happiest.

That man lives happy and in command of himself, who from day to day can say I have lived. Whether clouds obscure, or the sun illumines the following day, that which is past is beyond recall.

We are just statistics, born to consume resources.

You must often make erasures if you mean to write what is worthy of being read a second time; and don't labor for the admiration of the crowd, but be content with a few choice readers.

Whatever hour God has blessed you with, take it with a grateful hand.