“A stout heart breaks bad luck.”

It is one thing to praise discipline, and another to submit to it.

Maybe the greatest madness is to see life as it is rather than what it could be.

He who loses wealth loses much; he who loses a friend loses more; but he that loses his courage loses all.

When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies?

I know who I am and who I may be, if I choose.

Delay always breeds danger.

The wicked are always ungrateful.

Wit and humor belong to genius alone.

Since we have a good loaf, let us not look for cheesecakes.

For neither good nor evil can last for ever; and so it follows that as evil has lasted a long time, good must now be close at hand.

Everything disturbs an absent lover.

Riches are of little avail in many of the calamities to which mankind are liable.

That one man scorned and covered with scars Still strove with his last ounce of courage To reach the unreachable star.

Virtue is the truest nobility.

For a man to attain to an eminent degree in learning costs him time, watching, hunger, nakedness, dizziness in the head, weakness in the stomach, and other inconveniences.

Anyone who does not know how to make the most of his luck has no right to complain if it passes by him.

When times are bad is when you want to build! Why wait for things to pick up so everything will cost more?

I am a bad boy. I don’t come across clearly to a lot of people, so I am bad for them.

I just want to get the bad guys but if I can’t see them, I can’t shoot them.

I’m probably the only guy in hockey who can win a scoring title and everybody is saying I had a bad year. I don’t worry about it.

As if flesh and skin and hands are any match for bullets. As if bones won’t crack in hails of powder and lead. As if rivers of blood are not the direct result of trigger fingers that bend but do not break on “bad days”.

Bad things can happen to you, but it doesn’t mean you have to have regrets. It’s all about what you do with it.

What you do for money you do badly.

The first law of dietetics seems to be: if it tastes good, it’s bad for you.