We shun the rugged battle of fate where strength is born.
Nothing is beneath you if it is in the direction of your life.
This time, like all times, is a very good one, if we but know what to do with it.
Infancy conforms to nobody: all conform to it, so that one babe commonly makes four or five out of the adults who prattle and play to it.
Everyone I meet is in some way my superior.
Sorrow looks back, Worry looks around, Faith looks up