With no attempt there can be no failure; with no failure no humiliation.

Instinct leads, logic does but follow.

There is an organic affinity between joyousness and tenderness.

We, the lineal representatives of the successful enactors of one scene of slaughter after another, must, whatever more pacific virtues we may also possess, still carry about with us, ready at any moment to burst into flame, the smoldering and sinister traits of character by means of which they lived through so many massacres, harming others, but themselves unharmed.

We are proud of a human nature that could be so passionately extreme, but we shrink from advising others to follow the example.

Most people never run far enough on their first wind to find out they've got a second.

We forget that every good that is worth possessing must be paid for in strokes of daily effort.