What a man thinks of himself, that is what determines, or rather indicates, his fate.

Love your life, poor as it is. You may perhaps have some pleasant, thrilling, glorious hours, even in a poorhouse. The setting sun is reflected from the windows of the almshouse as brightly as from the rich man's abode.

My life is like a stroll upon a beach.

The faultfinder will find faults even in Paradise. Love your life.

A man cannot be said to succeed in this life who does not satisfy one friend.

Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in.

The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation.

There is no remedy for love but to love more.

I love to be alone. I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude.

In the long run, men hit only what they aim at. Therefore ... they had better aim high.