Here, here, and everywhere, he leaves and takes,
Dexterity so obeying appetite
That what he will he read more

Here, here, and everywhere, he leaves and takes,
Dexterity so obeying appetite
That what he will he does, and does so much
That proof is called impossibility.

Do not donut.

Do not donut.

So many of our DREAMS at first seem Impossible, then they seem Improbable, and then when we Summon the Will, read more

So many of our DREAMS at first seem Impossible, then they seem Improbable, and then when we Summon the Will, they soon become Inevitable.

If you have overcome your inclination and not been overcome by
it, you have reason to rejoice.
[Lat., read more

If you have overcome your inclination and not been overcome by
it, you have reason to rejoice.
[Lat., Tu si animum vicisti potius quam animus te est quod
gaudias.]

Some people confuse acceptance with apathy, but there's all the difference in the world. Apathy fails to distinguish between what read more

Some people confuse acceptance with apathy, but there's all the difference in the world. Apathy fails to distinguish between what can and what cannot be helped; acceptance makes that distinction. Apathy paralyzes the will-to-action; acceptance frees it by relieving it of impossible burdens.

He that will not when he may,
When he will he shall have nay.

He that will not when he may,
When he will he shall have nay.

I take to-day a wife, and my election
Is led on in the conduct of my will--
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I take to-day a wife, and my election
Is led on in the conduct of my will--
My will enkindled my by mine and ears
Two traded pilots 'twixt the dangerous shores
Of will and judgment.

You have to do it yourself, no one else will do it for you. You must work out your own read more

You have to do it yourself, no one else will do it for you. You must work out your own salvation.

Will without power is like children playing at soldiers.
- quoted by Thomas Babington Macaulay, The Rovers read more

Will without power is like children playing at soldiers.
- quoted by Thomas Babington Macaulay, The Rovers (act IV),