The most of those who start at the top of the ladder spend their life in coming down, while those who start at the bottom may go up.

Those who are born with a gold spoon in their mouth soon lose the spoon.

The two school bullies that used to flourish their silk pocket-handkerchiefs in my face, and with their ivory-handled, four-bladed knives punch holes through my kite--one of them is in the penitentiary, and the other ought to be.
Young man, the road of life is up hill, and our load heavy.

Better take off your kid gloves, and patent leathers, and white vest, and ask Push, with his stout shoulder, and Pull, with his strong grip, to help you.

Energy, pluck, courage, obstinate determination are to be cultured.