I worked like a horse and I ate like a hog and I slept like a dead man.

And the end of the fight is tombstone white with the name of the late deceased, and the epitaph drear, "A Fool lies here who tried to hustle the East."

Never praise a sister to a sister, in the hope of your compliments reaching the proper ears.

No printed word, nor spoken plea can teach young minds what they should be. Not all the books on all the shelves - but what the teachers are themselves.

Never praise a sister to a sister, in the hope of your compliments reaching the proper ears, and so preparing the way for you later on. Sisters are women first, and sisters afterwards; and you will find that you do yourself harm.

And when your back stops aching and your hands begin to harden, You will find yourself a partner in the Glory of the Garden.

He wrapped himself in quotations - as a beggar would enfold himself in the purple of Emperors.