If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; blame yourself, tell yourself that you are not poet enough to call forth its riches.
Failures are finger posts on the road to achievement.
Sorrow was like the wind. It came in gusts.
To do anything truly worth doing, I must not stand back shivering and thinking of the cold and danger, but jump in with gusto and scramble through as well as I can.
The mellow sweetness of pumpkin pie off a prison spoon is something you will never forget.
Life is a great big canvas; throw all the paint on it you can.
There are always survivors at a massacre. Among the victors, if nowhere else.