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Eighty percent of success is showing up.
Eighty percent of success is showing up.
A happy person is not a person in a certain set of circumstances, but
rather a person with a certain read more
A happy person is not a person in a certain set of circumstances, but
rather a person with a certain set of attitudes.
Into the hands of every individual is given a marvelous power for
good or evil-the silent, unconscious, unseen influence of read more
Into the hands of every individual is given a marvelous power for
good or evil-the silent, unconscious, unseen influence of his life. This
is simply the constant radiation of what man really is, not what he
pretends to be.
Men stumble over pebbles, never over mountains.
Men stumble over pebbles, never over mountains.
If humanity does not opt for integrity we are through completely. It is
absolutely touch and go. Each one of read more
If humanity does not opt for integrity we are through completely. It is
absolutely touch and go. Each one of us could make the difference.
There are only 3 colors, 10 digits, and 7 notes; its what we do with
them that's important.
There are only 3 colors, 10 digits, and 7 notes; its what we do with
them that's important.
I was to learn later in life that we tend to meet any new situation by reorganizing; and a wonderful read more
I was to learn later in life that we tend to meet any new situation by reorganizing; and a wonderful method it can be for creating the illusion of progress while producing confusion, inefficiency, and demoralization.
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.
