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.

What we sincerely believe regarding ourselves is true for us.

No man can be ideally successful until he has found his place. Like a locomotive he is strong on the track, but weak anywhere else.

To have done no man a wrong...to walk and live, unseduced, within arm's length of what is not your own, with nothing between your desire and its gratification but the invisible law of rectitude-this is to be a man.

No one has a corner on success. It is his who pays the price.

Opportunities? They are all around us ... There is power lying latent everywhere waiting for the observant eye to discover it.

Great men are but common men more fully developed and ripened.