All That You Accomplish Or Fail To

You Will Become As Small As Your Controlling Desire; As Great As You Dominant Aspiration.

Circumstances Do Not Make The Man, They Reveal Him.

Cherish Your Visions. Cherish Your Ideals. Cherish The Music That Stirs In Your Heart, The Beauty That Forms In Your Mind, The Loveliness That Drapes Your Purest Thoughts. For Out Of Them Will Grow All Delightful Conditions, All Heavenly Environment, Of These, If You But Remain True To Them, Your World Will At Last Be Built.

And I May Stand Where Health, Success, And Power Await My Coming, If, Each Fleeting Hour I Cling To Love And Patience; And Abide With Stainlessness; And Never Step Aside From High Integrity; So Shall I See At Last The Land Of Immortality.

A Man Only Begins To Be A Man When He Ceases To Whine And Revile, And Commences To Search For The Hidden Justice Which Regulates His Life. And He Adapts His Mind To That Regulating Factor, He Ceases To Accuse Others As The Cause Of His Condition, And Builds Himself Up In Strong And Noble Thoughts; Ceases To Kick Against Circumstances, But Begins To Use Them As Aids To His More Rapid Progress, And As A Means Of The Hidden Powers And Possibilities Within Himself.