Achieve success in any area of life by identifying the optimum
strategies and repeating them until they become habits.

Achieve success in any area of life by identifying the optimum
strategies and repeating them until they become habits.

I've searched all the parks in all the cities and found no statues of
committees.

I've searched all the parks in all the cities and found no statues of
committees.

We are made to persist. That's how we find out who we are.

We are made to persist. That's how we find out who we are.

Slow buds the pink dawn like a rose From out night's gray and cloudy sheath; Softly and still it grows read more

Slow buds the pink dawn like a rose From out night's gray and cloudy sheath; Softly and still it grows and grows, Petal by petal, leaf by leaf.

Every individual has a place to fill in the world, and is important, in some respect, whether he chooses to read more

Every individual has a place to fill in the world, and is important, in some respect, whether he chooses to be so or not.

Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they
were to success when they gave up.

Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they
were to success when they gave up.

There is always a way to go if you look for it.

There is always a way to go if you look for it.

Dream as if you'll live forever. Live as if you'll die today.

Dream as if you'll live forever. Live as if you'll die today.

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.