It's the steady, quiet, plodding ones who win in the lifelong race.

I have some friends, some honest friends, and honest friends are few; My pipe of briar, my open fire, A book that's not too new.

It isn't the mountain ahead that wears you out; it's the grain of sand in your shoe.

I have an intense dislike for artificial society. In France, one could lead a free life - to do what one wanted to do without interference or criticism from one's neighbors.

Avoid extremes: be moderate In saving and in spending; An equable and easy gait Will win an easy ending.