What a devil art thou, Poverty! How many desires -- how many aspirations after goodness and truth -- how many noble thoughts, loving wishes toward our fellows, beautiful imaginings thou hast crushed under thy heel, without remorse or pause!
Have you heard that it was good to gain the day? I also say it is good to fall, battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won
I celebrate myself, and what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease... observing a spear of summer grass.
I may be as bad as the worst, but, thank God, I am as good as the best.
Have you heard that it was good to gain the day? I also say it is good to fall, battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won.
Many a good man I have seen go under.
I do not seek good fortune - I am good fortune!
I am larger, better than I thought; I did not know I held so much goodness.