Luck is just another word for tenacity of purpose.

The fox has many tricks. The hedgehog has but one. But that is the best of all.

It is true that genius takes its rise out of the mountains of rectitude; that all beauty and power which men covet are somehow born out of that Alpine district; that any extraordinary degree of beauty in man or woman involves a moral charm.

The essence of greatness is the perception that virtue is enough.

For all men live by truth, and stand in need of expression. In love, in art, in avarice, in politics, in labor, in games, we study to utter our painful secret. The man is only half himself, the other half is his expression.

A man should give us a sense of mass.

For the most part, only the light characters travel. Who are you that have no task to keep you at home?