Can you imagine what I would do if I could do all I can?

Can you imagine what I would do if I could do all I can?

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 at first you don't succeed, try, try, try again.

If at first you don't succeed, try, try, try again.

You can be right or you can be happy.

You can be right or you can be happy.

A committee is a group of people who individually can do nothing, but
as a group decide nothing can be read more

A committee is a group of people who individually can do nothing, but
as a group decide nothing can be done.

I know a fellow who's as broke as the Ten Commandments.

I know a fellow who's as broke as the Ten Commandments.

Chop your own wood, and it will warm you twice.

Chop your own wood, and it will warm you twice.

The world is so fast that there are days when the person who says it can't be done is interrupted read more

The world is so fast that there are days when the person who says it can't be done is interrupted by the person who is doing it.

The reason for the slow progress of the world seems to lie in a single fact. Every man is born read more

The reason for the slow progress of the world seems to lie in a single fact. Every man is born under the yoke, and grows up beneath the oppressions of his age. He can only get a vision of the unselfish forces in the world by appealing to them, and every appeal is a call to arms. If he fights he must fight, not one man, but a conspiracy. He is always at war with a civilization. On his side is proverbial philosophy, a galaxy of invisible saints and sages, and the half-developed consciousness and professions of everybody. Against him is the world, and every selfish passion in his own heart.