The trail is the thing, not the end of the trail. Travel too fast and you miss all you are traveling for.
A mind, like a home, is furnished by its owner, so if one's life is cold and bare he can blame none but himself.
There are, in the affairs of men and nations, inexorable tides from which they cannot remain aloof.
For you and me, today is all we have; tomorrow is a mirage that may never become a reality.
Nobody got anywhere in the world by simply being content.
Only the weak blame parents, their race, their times, their lack of good fortunes or the quirks of fate. Everyone has within them the power to say, "This I am today, that I shall become tomorrow." The wish, however, must be implemented by deeds.