There has been much tragedy in my life; at least half of it actually happened.
I felt so lonesome I most wished I was dead. The stars were shining, and the leaves rustled in the woods ever so mournful; and I heard an owl, away off, who-whooing about somebody that was dead, and a whippowill and a dog crying about somebody that was going to die.
I like criticism, but it must be my way.
If everyone was satisfied with himself, there would be no heroes.
Necessity is the mother of taking chances.
A classic is something that everybody wants to have read and nobody wants to read.