We lend power to the things we fear!

Every experience in life, everything with which we have come in contact in life, is a chisel which has been cutting away at our life statue, molding, modifying, shaping it. We are part of all we have met. Everything we have seen, heard, felt or thought has had its hand in molding us, shaping us.

Man becomes a slave to his constantly repeated acts. What he at first chooses, at last compels.

We lift ourselves by our thought.

There is no stimulus like that which comes from the consciousness of knowing that others believe in us.

How true it is that, if we are cheerful and contented, all nature smiles, the air seems more balmy, the sky clearer, the earth has a brighter green... the flowers are more fragrant... and the sun, moon, and stars all appear more beautiful, and seem to rejoice with us.

The lack of opportunity is ever the excuse of the weak.