The world belongs to the Enthusiast who keeps cool.

The world is not interested in the storms you encountered, but did you bring in the ship?

There is nothing like a start, and being born, however pessimistic one may become in later years, is undeniably a start.

Wives invariably flourish when deserted; ... it is the deserting male, the reckless idealist rushing about the world seeking a non-existent felicity, who often ends in disaster.

One must choose between obscurity with efficiency, and fame with its inevitable collateral of bluff.

Fear, born of the stern matron Responsibility, sits on one's shoulders like some heavy imp of darkness, and one is preoccupied and, possibly, cantankerous.

If fate means you to lose, give him a good fight anyhow.