It's the steady, quiet, plodding ones who win in the lifelong race.

A promise made is a debt unpaid.

The trails of the world be countless, and most of the trails be tried; You tread on the heels of the many, till you come where the ways divide;And one lies safe in the sunlight, and the other is dreary and wan,But you look aslant at the Lone Trail, and the Lone Trail lures you on.

Carry on! Carry on! Fight the good fight and true; Believe in you mission, greet life with a cheer.

No man can be a failure if he thinks he's a success; If he thinks he is a winner, then he is.

The lonely sunsets flare forlorn Down valleys dreadly desolate; The lonely mountains soar in scorn As still as death, as stern as fate.

I have an intense dislike for artificial society. In France, one could lead a free life - to do what one wanted to do without interference or criticism from one's neighbors.