What stays with you longest and deepest? Of curious panics, of hard-fought engagements or sieges tremendous what deepest remains?

The pleasures of heaven are with me, and the pains of hell are with me, The first I graft and increase upon myself ... the latter I translate into a new tongue.

I do not snivel that snivel the world over, That months are vacuums and the ground but wallow and filth, That life is a suck and a sell, and nothing remains at the end but threadbare crape and tears.

Me wherever my life is lived, O to be self-balanced for contingencies, To confront night, storms, hunger, ridicule, accidents, rebuffs, as the trees and animals do.

The pleasure of heaven are with me, and the pains of hell are with me, The first I graft and increase upon myself . . . . the latter I translate into a new tongue.

Disappointments are like weeds in the garden. You can let them grow and take over your life, or you can rout them out and let the flowers sprout.

Laughter was good medicine for the soul, and looking for things to be joyful about had helped Emma through the worst of her grief.

When I rise up let me rise up joyful like a bird. When I fall let me fall without regret like a leaf.

He never complained. He seemed to have no instinct for the making much of oneself that complaining requires.

Pain is weakness leaving your body

My life has been real different than I thought. Ain't turned out how I hoped . . . nor dreamt. But I'm not the only man in the world to get screwed by life. Lots are worse off than me. That's life. You take the bad with the good. Rise up through it. Live in the midst of it. It's the bad that lets you know how good the good really is. Don't let the bad leave you thinking like there ain't no good. There is, and lots of it, too.

I guess sometimes it's got to hurt before it can get better." I nodded. "Hearts are like that.