You can kill the body, but not the spirit.

Everyday life is a stimulating mixture of order and haphazardry. The sun rises and sets on schedule but the wind bloweth where it listeth.

The world has no room for cowards.

No man is useless while he has a friend.

Benjamin Franklin went through life an altered man because he once paid too dearly for a penny whistle. My concern springs usually from a deeper source, to wit, from having bought a whistle when I did not want one.

Every book is, in an intimate sense, a circular-letter to the friends of him who writes it.

Take care of each other.