'I'm in the slough of despond, up to the very chin.

A miry and slippery path to travel.' "'Then hold your head up,' says I, 'before the slough reaches your lips.' "'But what's the use ?' says he: 'it's utterly impossible for me to wade through; and even if I could, I should be in such a dirty plight, that it would defy all the waters in the Mississippi to wash me clean again.
No,' he added in a desponding tone, 'I should be like a live eel in a frying-pan, Colonel, sort of out of my element, if I attempted to live like an honest man at this time o' day.' "'That I deny.

It is never too late to become honest,' said I.'But even admit what you say to be true--that you cannot live like an honest man--you have at least the next best thing in your power, and no one can say nay to it.' "'And what is that ?' "'Die like a brave one.

And I know not whether, in the eyes of the world, a brilliant death is not preferred to an obscure life of rectitude.

Most men are remembered as they died, and not as they lived.
We gaze with admiration upon the glories of the setting sun, yet scarcely bestow a passing glance upon its noonday splendor.' "'You are right; but how is this to be done ?' "'Accompany me to Texas.