The scornful nostril and the high head gather not the odors that lie on the track of truth.
We are inclined to believe those whom we do not know because they have never deceived us.
Where so many hours have been spent in convincing myself that I am right, is there not some reason to fear I may be wrong?
You can't wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club.
The ornament of a house is the friends who frequent it.
We play the hands of cards life gives us. And the worst hands can make us the best players.
Our imagination is the only limit to what we can hope to have in the future.