Gifts count for nothing; will alone is great; All things give way before it, soon or late.

The truest greatness lies in being kind, the truest wisdom in a happy mind.

There is no chance, no destiny, no fate, that can circumvent or hinder or control the firm resolve of a determined soul.

When we tire of well-worn ways, we seek for new. This restless craving in the souls of men spurs them to climb, and to seek the mountain view.

Divine the Powers that on this trio wait. Supreme their conquest, over Time and Fate. Love, Work, and Faith - these three alone are great.

So many gods, so many creeds, so many paths that wind and wind while just the art of being kind is all the sad world needs.

To sin by silence, when they should protest, makes cowards of men.

Always continue the climb. It is possible for you to do whatever you choose, if you first get to know who you are and are willing to work with a power that is greater than ourselves to do it.

A weed is but an unloved flower.

There is nothing we cannot live down, and rise above, and overcome.

With every deed you are sowing a seed, though the harvest you may not see.

Nothing will work unless you do.

The most terrible job in warfare is to be a second lieutenant leading a platoon when you are on the battlefield.

Clare seems so pleased with the idea of me as a pirate that she forgets that I am Stranger Danger.

These my two hands / quick to slap my face / before others could slap it.

The last thing I need is for daughter to move back into my basement and become another unemployed millennial statistic. Would love for her to get a job at Facebook. Become the president of Google.

I always think it's a mistake when you actually have to set books aside and actually sit down and research something. I always think they've got to come from within.

Guess what, I'm the opposite of a role model!

They say that at the mountain pass he looked back at his kingdom, his beautiful kingdom, and wept, and his mother told him to weep like a woman for what he could not hold as a man.

The wretch condemn'd with life to part, Still, still on hope relies; And every pang that rends the heart Bids expectation rise.