I'd rather be a could-be if I cannot be an are;
because a could-be is a maybe who is reaching read more

I'd rather be a could-be if I cannot be an are;
because a could-be is a maybe who is reaching for a star.
I'd rather be a has-been than a might-have-been, by far;
for a might have-been has never been, but a has was once an are.

Whoever wants to reach a distant goal must take small steps.

Whoever wants to reach a distant goal must take small steps.

The master in the art of living makes little distinction between his
work and his play, his labor and his read more

The master in the art of living makes little distinction between his
work and his play, his labor and his leisure, his mind and his body, his
information and his recreation, his love and his religion. He hardly knows
which is which. He simply pursues his vision of excellence at whatever he
does, leaving others to decide whether he is working or playing. To him
he's always doing both.

It's how you deal with failure that determines how you achieve success.

It's how you deal with failure that determines how you achieve success.

Stop the mindless wishing that things would be different. Rather than wasting time and emotional and spiritual energy in explaining read more

Stop the mindless wishing that things would be different. Rather than wasting time and emotional and spiritual energy in explaining why we don't have what we want, we can start to pursue other ways to get it.

There is no end. There is no beginning. There is only the
infinite passion of life.

There is no end. There is no beginning. There is only the
infinite passion of life.

Worry is a useless mulling over of things we cannot change.

Worry is a useless mulling over of things we cannot change.

Here is little Effie's head. Her brains are made of gingerbread. When
the judgement day comes, God will find six read more

Here is little Effie's head. Her brains are made of gingerbread. When
the judgement day comes, God will find six crumbs. Stooping by the coffin
lid waiting for something to rise as the something's always did. Imagine
His surprise, bellowing above the general noise, "Where is Effie? She
was dead." Back to God in a tiny voice: "My name's Maybe."
The first crumb said. The number two crumb picked up the song.
"Might, I'm called. I've done no wrong." Cried the third crumb,
"I am Should. Here's our little brother Could and my big sister
Would. Don't punish us for we've been good." And the last crumb, with
some shame, whispered unto God, "My name is Must and with the others,
we've been Effie, who isn't alive and never was. Cross the threshold have
no dread. Lift the sheet back in this way.

If you do what you've always done, you'll get what you've always gotten.

If you do what you've always done, you'll get what you've always gotten.