Our thoughts and imaginations are the only real limits to our possibilities.

The trouble with us is that we expect too much from the great happenings, the unusual things, and we overlook the common flowers on the path of life, from which we might abstract sweets, comforts, delights.

We fail to see that we can control our destiny; make ourselves do whatever is possible; make ourselves become whatever we long to be.

The greatest trouble with most of us is that our demands upon ourselves are so feeble, the call upon the great within of us so weak and intermittent that it makes no impression upon the creative energies; it lacks the force that transmutes desires into realities.

Without continuous effort there cannot be continuous achievement.

No man is beaten until his hope is annihilated, his confidence gone, As long as a man faces life hopefully, confidently, triumphantly, he is not a failure; he is not beaten until he turns his back on life.

The successful men of today are men of one overmastering idea, one unwavering aim, men of single and intense purpose.