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.

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

Ah! the clock is always slow; it is later than you think.

The only society I like is rough and tough, and the tougher the better. There's where you get down to bedrock and meet human people.

His life, though none too long, Was never dull: Of woman, wine and song Bill had his full.

Be sure your wisest words are those you do not say.