The difficulties hardships and trials of life the obstacles ... are positive blessings. They knit the muscles more firmly and teach self-reliance.

The difficulties, hardships and trials of life, the obstacles... are positive blessings. They knit the muscles more firmly, and teach self-reliance.

The same disappointments in life will chasten and refine one man's spirit, embitter another's.

Be methodical if you would succeed in business, or in anything. Have a work for every moment, and mind the moment's work.

The smallest thing, well done, becomes artistic.

One well-cultivated talent, deepened and enlarged, is worth one hundred shallow faculties.

Unless a man has trained himself for his chance, the chance will only make him ridiculous.

As frost, raised to its utmost intensity, produces the sensation of fire, so any good quality, overwrought and pushed to excess, turns into its own contrary.

The petty cares, the minute anxieties, the infinite littles which go to make up the sum of human experience, like the invisible granules of powder, give the last and highest polish to a character.

Criminals are opportunists. If you've got a booming market, they're going to get away with more fraud.

The power of music that poetry lacks is the ability to persuade without argument.

...Absorbed in the new scents, the sounds, and the sunlight...

Already she could feel the stunning weight of a lifetime of regret for letting him go, and she knew that it was enought to bury her alive.

They did not understand that by liberalizing imports, the government was also promoting exports.

It is soooooo necessary to get the basic skills, because by the time you graduate, undergraduate or graduate, that field would have totally changed from your first day of school.

And so, being young and dipt in folly, I fell in love with melancholy.

To keep beauty in its place is to make all things beautiful.

At the start of the season you're strong enough to win the Premiership and the European Cup, but you have to be as strong in March, when the fish are down.

So the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, View'd his own feather on the fatal dart, And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart.

I don't like too much by-standing, on-looking, and spectator-behavior in people's lives.

Part of me would love to have been a leading lady because there's a lot of glamour that goes with that and a lot of applause, but I've been very blessed.