I'm always thinking, how can I get better?

I had kept a straight face under worse provocation, so I trust I did well enough then.

If you know your own mind, you know enough to keep it always positive.

You can always be content if you continue to make good progress.

Am I good enough? Yes, I am.

I just persevered and forced myself to learn. You realize the thing that you thought was good actually isn’t. You realize why and you improve on it. And that’s just an endless cycle.

I think that little by little I'll be able to solve my problems and survive.

The only way I survived, the only way I got through it, was by staying busy and keeping my mind, when it can be, focused on my job.

If you're doing the best you can, that's good enough.

I was basically good. Not understood, and not even liked, but even so, just, and better than just. I was merciful.

If I'm out of my mind, it's all right with me, thought Moses Herzog.

I had a pleasant time with my mind, for it was happy.

I tried always to do better: saw always a little further. I tried to stretch myself.

At fifty-four, I am still in progress, and I hope that I always will be.