“I worked like a horse and I ate like a hog and I slept like a dead man.”

Never look backwards or you’ll fall down the stairs.

Beware of overconcern for money, or position, or glory. Someday you will meet a man who cares for none of these things. Then you will know how poor you are.

If you can wait, and not be tired by waiting if you can dream, and not make dreams your master; if you can think, and not make thoughts your aim; if you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same; yours is the earth and everything that’s in it.

The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.

Follow the dream, and always the dream, and only the dream.

For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack.

He travels the fastest who travels alone.

The silliest woman can manage a clever man; but it needs a very clever woman to manage a fool.

Borrow trouble for yourself, if that’s your nature, but don’t lend it to your neighbours.

A man can never have too much red wine, too many books, or too much ammunition.

Too much work and too much energy kill a man just as effectively as too much assorted vice or too much drink.

Politics are not my concern. They impressed me as a dog’s life without a dog’s decencies.

I always prefer to believe the best of everybody, it saves so much trouble.

A Time For Prayer “In times of war and not before, God and the soldier we adore. But in times of peace and all things righted, God is forgotten and the soldier slighted.” -Rudyard Kipling

He who faces no calamity gains no courage.

There are gems of wondrous brightness Often times lying at our feet, And we pass them, walking thoughtless, Down the busy, crowded street. If we knew, our pace would slacken, We would step more oft with care, Lest our careless feet be treading To the earth some jewel rare.

My favorite preacher is not with me anymore, and that’s my father.

I never wanted to see anybody die, but there are a few obituary notices I have read with pleasure.

People who are born round don’t die square.

Probably the undertaker thinks less of death than almost any other man. He is so accustomed to it that his mind must involuntarily turn from its horror to a contemplation of how much he makes out of the burial.

My father passed away in 1942, and three-four months after his death, I had to start working. There was a responsibility on my shoulders to run the household. It was my duty as the eldest child in the house.

What dies in awakening is not you, but ignorance.

Where there is no freedom, there is death and destruction.

Surfing music is dead. It was just a summer craze for kids on the beach. I’m finished with it.