He who has conquered his own coward spirit has conquered the whole outward world.

Blessed are they who have the gift of making friends,for it is one of God's best gifts.

Be of good cheer, I have overcome the world.

Old timidity has disappeared, and is replaced by silent, quaint fun, with which his face twinkles all over, as he listens.

Remember there's always a voice saying the right thing to you somewhere if you'll only listen for it.

I want to leave behind me the name of a fellow who never bullied a little boy, or turned his back on a big one.

He never wants anything but what's right and fair; only when you come to settle what's right and fair, it's everything that he wants and nothing that you want. And that's his idea of a compromise.

Life isn't all beer and skittles.

Gambling makes boys selfish and cruel as well as men.

Heaven, they say, protects children, sailors, and drunken men; and whatever answers to Heaven in the academical system protects freshmen.

Blessed are they who have the gift of making friends, for it is one of God's best gifts.

Words do not express thoughts very well. They always become a little different immediately after they are expressed, a little distorted, a little foolish.

Wealth can be created. Wit and intelligence can't.

Lies and secrets, Tessa, they are like a cancer in the soul. They eat away what is good and leave only destruction behind.

The hardest times for me were not when people challenged what I said, but when I felt my voice was not heard.

In life, it's not where you go, it's who you travel with.

There was never anything I wanted to do more than play tennis. Never once walked out there and thought, 'I wish I was doing something else.' Not once.

I have not much interest in anyone's personal history after the tenth year, not even my own. Whatever one was going to be was all prepared before that.

Some people want to call me an Appalachian writer, even though I know some people use regional labels to belittle.

It's easy to photograph light reflecting from a surface, the truly hard part is capturing the light in the air.

Every great and original writer, in proportion as he is great and original, must himself create the taste by which he is to be relished.