But a man can never avenge himself on the monstrous ogre Life.

Back of every soldier is a woman.

The dust’s for crawling, heaven’s for flying, Wherefore, O Soul, whose wings are grown, Soar upward to the sun!

The mind sees the world as a thing apart, And the soul makes the world at one with itself. A mirror scratched reflects no image – And this is the silence of wisdom.

And I never started to plow in my life That some one did not stop in the road And take me away to a dance or picnic. I ended up with forty acres; I ended up with a broken fiddle – And a broken laugh, and a thousand memories, And not a single regret.

What is this I hear of sorrow and weariness, Anger, discontent and drooping hopes? Degenerate sons and daughters, Life is too strong for you – It takes life to love Life.

The tongue may be an unruly member – But silence poisons the soul.

Work for your own soul’s sake.

To put meaning in one’s life may end in madness, But life without meaning is the torture Of restlessness and vague desire-It is a boat longing for the sea and yet afraid.

Work for your own soul's sake.