A man shares his days with hunger, thirst, and cold, with the good times and the bad, and the first part of being a man is to understand that.

There have always been hard times. There have always been wars and troubles -famine, disease and such-like -and some folks are born with money, some with none. In the end it is up to the man what he becomes, and none of those other things matters. It is character that counts.

Victory is not won in miles but in inches.

At the earliest drawings of the fractal curve, few clues to the underlying mathematical structure will be seen.

Nobody got anywhere in this world by simply being content.

What people speak of as adventure is something nobody in his right mind would seek out, and it becomes romantic only when one is safely at home.

When a man is one of a kind, he will be lonely wherever he is.