Every person is the creation of himself, the image of his own thinking
and believing. As individuals think and believe, read more

Every person is the creation of himself, the image of his own thinking
and believing. As individuals think and believe, so they are.

Be true to the best you know. This is your high ideal. If you do your best, you cannot do read more

Be true to the best you know. This is your high ideal. If you do your best, you cannot do more.

He who conquers others is strong; He who conquers himself is mighty.

He who conquers others is strong; He who conquers himself is mighty.

Success or failure depends more upon attitude than upon capacity successful men act as though they have accomplished or are read more

Success or failure depends more upon attitude than upon capacity successful men act as though they have accomplished or are enjoying something. Soon it becomes a reality. Act, look, feel successful, conduct yourself accordingly, and you will be amazed at the positive results.

Come to the edge/ No, we will fall/ Come to the edge/ No, we will fall/
They came./ He pushed read more

Come to the edge/ No, we will fall/ Come to the edge/ No, we will fall/
They came./ He pushed them. And they flew.

The strangest, most generous, and proudest of all virtues is true
courage.

The strangest, most generous, and proudest of all virtues is true
courage.

Two great things you can give your children: one is
roots, the other is wings.

Two great things you can give your children: one is
roots, the other is wings.

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.

I can write good songs. I can sing 'em, and I mean it, I mean it deeply, and I pour read more

I can write good songs. I can sing 'em, and I mean it, I mean it deeply, and I pour everything into that. Other than that, I suck.