The most beautiful adventures are not those we go to seek.

We are not content to pass away entirely from the scenes of our delight; we would leave, if but in gratitude, a pillar and a legend.

Like a bird singing in the rain, let grateful memories survive in time of sorrow.

Quiet minds cannot be perplexed or frightened but go on in fortune or misfortune at their own private pace, like a clock during a thunderstorm.

Wealth I ask not, hope nor love, Nor a friend to know me; All I seek, the heaven above And the road below me.

The world has no room for cowards.

I hate to write, but I love to have written.