There are no excuses in fighting. You can be playing a team sport and have a good game, and you can lose. In fighting, it's all on me. If I go out there and lose, then it's my fault. I like that.

Among the things that you, and you alone, are the absolute and final judge of is whether or not you are a success.

There comes a morning in life when you wake up a new person; that is to say, you wake up the same person but you realize it's your own fault.

If God had intended me to make excuses for who I am, He would have given me better excuses.

Why try to be someone you're not? Life is hard enough without adding impersonation to the skills required.

Count no day lost in which you waited your turn, took only your share and sought advantage over no one.

Some people go through life trying to find out what the world holds for them only to find out too late that it's what they bring to the world that really counts.

Well, it all comes to this; there's no use trying to live in other people's opinions. The only thing to do is to live in your own. After all, I believe in myself. I'm not so bad and silly as they think me, and I'm not consumptive, and I can write. Now that I've written it all out I feel differently about it. The only thing that still aggravates me is that Miss Potter pitied me -- pitied by a Potter!

We must have ideals and try to live up to them, even if we never quite succeed. Life would be a sorry business without them. With them it's grand and great.

I have made up my mind that I will never marry. I shall be wedded to my art.

We must have ideals and try to live up to them, even if we never quite succeed. Life would be a sorry business without them. With them it's grand and great. Hold fast to your ideals, Anne.

She isn't like any of the girls I ever knew, or any of the girls I was myself.