Nothing contributes so much to tranquilizing the mind as a steady purpose - a point on which the soul may fix its intellectual eye.
Rest is the sweet sauce of labor.
I was sick of cars driving right past me.
Love is, above all else, the gift of oneself.
Good habits, which bring our lower passions and appetites under automatic control, leave our natures free to explore the larger experiences of life.
Worrying about them always struck me as about as useful as worrying about getting hit by lightning.
So many of our dreams at first seem impossible, then they seem improbable, and then, when we summon the will, they soon become inevitable.