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Every single life only becomes great when the individual sets upon a
goal or goals which they really believe in, read more
Every single life only becomes great when the individual sets upon a
goal or goals which they really believe in, which they can really commit
themselves to, which they can put their whole heart and soul into.
If you don't fail now and again, it's a sign you're playing it safe.
If you don't fail now and again, it's a sign you're playing it safe.
The best way to help poor people is to not be one of them.
The best way to help poor people is to not be one of them.
When you reach the end of your rope, tie a knot in it and hang on.
When you reach the end of your rope, tie a knot in it and hang on.
Love is an ideal thing, marriage is a real thing. A confusion of the
real with the ideal never goes read more
Love is an ideal thing, marriage is a real thing. A confusion of the
real with the ideal never goes unpunished.
Your life works to the degree you keep your agreements.
Your life works to the degree you keep your agreements.
The fact remains that the overwhelming majority of people who have become wealthy have become so thanks to work they read more
The fact remains that the overwhelming majority of people who have become wealthy have become so thanks to work they found profoundly absorbing. The long term study of people who eventually become wealthy clearly reveals that their "Luck" arouse from the accidental dedication they had to an area they enjoyed.
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.
The ends must justify the means.
The ends must justify the means.
