To be able to look back upon one's past life with satisfaction is to live
twice.

To be able to look back upon one's past life with satisfaction is to live
twice.

Pleasure is a shadow, wealth is vanity, and power a pageant; but
knowledge is ecstatic in enjoyment, perennial in frame, read more

Pleasure is a shadow, wealth is vanity, and power a pageant; but
knowledge is ecstatic in enjoyment, perennial in frame, unlimited in space
and indefinite in duration.

When you seek it, you cannot find it.

When you seek it, you cannot find it.

Mind is the Master-power that molds and makes, and Man is Mind, and
evermore he takes the Tool of Thought, read more

Mind is the Master-power that molds and makes, and Man is Mind, and
evermore he takes the Tool of Thought, and shaping what he wills, brings
forth a thousand joys, a thousand ills-He thinks in secret and it comes to
pass; Environment is but his looking-glass. As A Man Thinketh
.

Any person who recognizes this greatest power... the power to choose. Begins to realize that he is the one that read more

Any person who recognizes this greatest power... the power to choose. Begins to realize that he is the one that is doing the choosing and that friends, although they mean well, cannot do his choosing for him, nor can his relatives. Consequently, he develops real self-confidence based upon his own ability, upon his own action, and upon his own initiative.

The impersonal hand of government can never replace the helping hand of
a neighbor.

The impersonal hand of government can never replace the helping hand of
a neighbor.

We must use time wisely and forever realize that the time is always ripe to do right.

We must use time wisely and forever realize that the time is always ripe to do right.

Basically my wife was immature. I'd be at home in the bath and she
would come in and sink my read more

Basically my wife was immature. I'd be at home in the bath and she
would come in and sink my boats.

I was brought up in the great tradition of the late nineteenth century:
that a writer never complains, never explains read more

I was brought up in the great tradition of the late nineteenth century:
that a writer never complains, never explains and never disdains.