We got to roll with the punches, play all our hunches, make the best of whatever comes your way.

My mother had a rule, obviously, that I couldn't go across the street by myself, but I had to find a way of doing it.

The tree the tempest with a crash of woodThrows down in front of us is not to barOur passage to our journey's end for good,But just to ask us who we think we are.

The best way for a person to have happy thoughts is to count his blessings and not his cash.

Keep all ur troubles in ur own pocket. But, make sure that the pocket has a hole!

Hope is not found in a way out but a way through.