Power Gravitates To The Man Who Knows

Deep Within Man Dwell Those Slumbering Powers; Powers That Would Astonish Him, That He Never Dreamed Of Possessing; Forces That Would Revolutionize His Life If Aroused And Put Into Action.

It Is Certain That The Greatest Poets, Orators, Statesmen, And Historians, Men Of The Most Brilliant And Imposing Talents, Have Labored As Hard, If Not Harder, Than Day Laborers; And That The Most Obvious Reason Why They Have Been Superior To Other Men Is That They Have Taken More Pains Than Other Men.

A Lobster, When Left High And Dry Among The Rock, Does Not Have The Sense Enough To Work His Way Back To The Sea, But Waits For The Sea To Come To Him. If It Does Not Come, He Remains Where He Is And Dies, Although The Slightest Effort Would Enable Him To Reach The Waves, Which Are Perhaps Within A Yard Of Him. The World Is Full Of Human Lobsters; People Stranded On The Rocks Of Indecision And Procrastination, Who, Instead Of Putting Forth Their Own Energies, Are Waiting For Some Grand Billow Of Good Fortune To Set Them Afloat.

As Long As A Man Faces Life Hopefully, Confidently, Triumphantly He Is Not A Failure

We Fail To See That We Can Control Our Destiny; Make Ourselves Do Whatever Is Possible; Make Ourselves Become Whatever We Long To Be.