Failure is the condiment that gives success its flavor.

Kay yawned and rested her forehead against the windowpane, her fingers idly strumming the guitar: the strings sang a hollow, lulling tune, as monotonously soothing as the Southern landscape, smudged in darkness, flowing past the window. An icy winter moon rolled above the train across the night sky like a thin white wheel.

No experience is a cause of success or failure. We do not suffer from the shock of our experiences so-called trauma - but we make out of them just what suits our purposes.

Start slow and taper off.

Defiant individuals will always persecute others, yet will always consider themselves persecuted.

Do not ask a successful man the secret of his success. Ask a unsuccessful man the reasons for his failure. And learn from his mistakes.