There is sweet joy that comes to us that comes to us after sorrow.

To be preparedis half the victory.

A Habit is a shirt made of iron.

Commonsense in an uncommon degree is what the world calls wisdom.

Thegalleries are full of critics. They play no ball, they fight no fights. Theymake no mistakes because they attempt nothing. Down in the arena are thedoers. They make mistakes because they try many things. The man who makes nomistakes lacks boldness and

A matter that becomes clear ceases to concern us.

Patience is the art of hoping.

The liberty of the individual must be thus far limited: He must not make himself a nuisance to other people.

Theproblem with communication is the illusion that is has occurred.

A man's ruin lies in his tongue.

Nature hasgiven men one tongue and two ears, that we may hear twice as much as wespeak.

The good rain like a bad preacher, does not know when to leave off.