His face was filled with broken commandments.
In this life he laughs longest who laughs last.
People who leave their own time out of their work cannot be surprised if their time fails to find them interesting.
Success is the brand on the brow of the man who aimed too low.
And may we find when ended is the page, Death but a tavern on our pilgrimage.
Only the road and the dawn, the sun, the wind, and the rain, And the watch fire under stars, and sleep, and the road again.