For you and me, today is all we have; tomorrow is a mirage that may never become a reality. — Louis L'Amour. American novelist and short story writer (1908–1988)
A mind, like a home, is furnished by its owner, so if one's life is cold and bare he can blame none but himself.
Only the weak blame parents, their race, their times, their lack of good fortunes or the quirks of fate. Everyone has within them the power to say, "This I am today, that I shall become tomorrow." The wish, however, must be implemented by deeds.
The trail is the thing, not the end of the trail. Travel too fast and you miss all you are traveling for.