Now I know that patience and time can do more than even strength and passion. The years of frustration are ready to be harvested. All that I have managed to accomplish, and all that I hope to accomplish, has been and will be by that plodding, patient, persevering process which builds the ant heap, particle by particle, thought by thought, step by step.

If I must be a slave to habit let me be a slave to good habits.

If our lives are truly plans of God, someone had better call a meeting soon to remind us, once more, what great miracles we really are.

I am indeed a fortunate man and today's hours are but a bonus, undeserved. Why have I been allowed to live this extra day when others, far better than I, have departed? Is it that they have accomplished their purpose while mine is yet to be achieved? Is this another opportunity for me to become the man I know I can be?

Weak is he who permits his thoughts to control his actions; strong is he who forces his actions to control his thoughts.

You can never win when you wear the ugly cloak of self-pity and the sour sound of whining.

And so long as I can laugh, never will I be poor. This then, is one of nature's greatest gifts and I will waste it no more.