There is no such thing as a "self-made" man. We are made up of thousands of others. Everyone who has read more

There is no such thing as a "self-made" man. We are made up of thousands of others. Everyone who has ever done a kind deed for us, ;or spoken one word of encouragement to us, has entered into the make-up of our character and of our thoughts, as well as our success.

With more capacity for love than earth
Bestows on most of mortal mould and birth,
His early read more

With more capacity for love than earth
Bestows on most of mortal mould and birth,
His early dreams of good out-stripp'd the truth,
And troubled manhood follow'd baffled youth.

Pride slays thanksgiving, but a humble mind is the soil out of which thanks naturally grow. A proud man is read more

Pride slays thanksgiving, but a humble mind is the soil out of which thanks naturally grow. A proud man is seldom a grateful man, for he never thinks he gets as much as he deserves.

Character is a victory, not a gift.

Character is a victory, not a gift.

He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they dare not realise.

He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they dare not realise.

Many men build as cathedrals were built, the part nearest the
ground finished; but that part which soars toward read more

Many men build as cathedrals were built, the part nearest the
ground finished; but that part which soars toward heaven, the
turrets and the spires, forever incomplete.

Vitanda est improba Siren Desidia. (That shameful Siren, sloth, is ever to be avoided.)

Vitanda est improba Siren Desidia. (That shameful Siren, sloth, is ever to be avoided.)

They love, they hate, but cannot do without him.

They love, they hate, but cannot do without him.

Many men are mere warehouses full of merchandise--the head, the
heart, are stuffed with goods. . . . There read more

Many men are mere warehouses full of merchandise--the head, the
heart, are stuffed with goods. . . . There are apartments in
their souls which were once tenanted by taste, and love, and joy,
and worship, but they are all deserted now, and the rooms are
filled with earthy and material things.