There is good and there is bad in every human heart, and it is the struggle of life to conquer the bad with the good.

Strength diminishes when it seems we are spending it in vain.

We all go through the same things - it's all just a different kind of the same thing.

Resentment opens no door and breeds no courage.

I go about in the world - free, busy, happy. Among people, I have no time to think of myself.

Defeat furnishes good material to the poets and the artists, but none of us care to have the glory of the conquered apply to us.

What we seek we do not find - that would be too trim and tidy for so reckless and opulent a thing as life. It is something else we find.