Nature is no sentimentalist, - does not cosset or pamper us. We must see that the world is rough and surly, and will not mind drowning a man or a woman; but swallows your ship like a grain of dust. The cold, inconsiderate of persons, tingles your blood, benumbs your feet, freezes a man like an apple. The diseases, the elements, fortune, gravity, lightning, respect no persons.

All the elements, whose aid man calls in, will sometimes become big masters.

Do not be too timid and squeamish about your actions.

God will not have his work made manifest by cowards

The only joy in his being mine, is that the not mine is mine.

Don't choose the better person, choose the person who makes a better you.

The way to write is to throw your body at the mark when your arrows are spent.