The saints are the sinners who keep on trying.

There's never a man looked me between the eyes and seen a good day a'terward.

If it comes to a swinging, swing all, say I.

To be wholly devoted to some intellectual exercise is to have succeeded in life.

The best things are nearest: breath in your nostrils, light in your eyes, flowers at your feet, duties at your hand, the path of God just before you. Then do not grasp at the stars, but do life's plain common work as it comes certain that daily duties and daily bread are the sweetest things of life.

The world has no room for cowards. We must all be ready somehow to toil, to suffer, to die.

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