I will strain my potential until it cries for mercy.

For the rest of my life there are two days that will never again trouble me. The first day is yesterday with all its blunders and tears, follies and defeats. Yesterday has passed away, beyond my control forever. The other day is tomorrow with all its pitfalls and threats, its dangers and mystery. Until the sun rises again I have no stake in tomorrow, for it is still unborn.

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

With no goals, no priorities, no life strategy of our own, we drift with the herd through an endless meadow of mediocrity, unable to break loose, to achieve even a small part of the dreams we once cherished.

Only a habit can subdue another habit.

I am not a human being, i am a human becoming.

He who worries about calamities suffers them twice over.