How many times have you heard this statement, I haven't time. How many times have we made it ourselves? oh, read more

How many times have you heard this statement, I haven't time. How many times have we made it ourselves? oh, I wish I had time. Time for what? Time to work in the Church, to serve in our communities and time to improve our minds. Think again of these twenty-four hours that are given to us.

It appears I am destined for something; I will live.

It appears I am destined for something; I will live.

Peak performers develop powerful mental images of the behavior that will lead to the desired results. They see in their read more

Peak performers develop powerful mental images of the behavior that will lead to the desired results. They see in their mind's eye the result they want, and the actions leading to it.

How hard it is, sometimes, to trust the evidence of one's senses! How reluctantly the mind consents to reality.

How hard it is, sometimes, to trust the evidence of one's senses! How reluctantly the mind consents to reality.

One realizes the full importance of time only when there is little of it left. Every man's greatest capital asset read more

One realizes the full importance of time only when there is little of it left. Every man's greatest capital asset is his unexpired years of productive life.

One cannot long remain so absorbed in contemplation of emptiness without being increasingly attracted to it. In vain one bestows read more

One cannot long remain so absorbed in contemplation of emptiness without being increasingly attracted to it. In vain one bestows on it the name of infinity; this does not change its nature. When one feels such pleasure in non-existence, one's inclination can be completely satisfied only by completely ceasing to exist.

If this were a logical world, men would ride side saddle.

If this were a logical world, men would ride side saddle.

Sentiment is the ripened fruit of fantasy.

Sentiment is the ripened fruit of fantasy.

The charm, one might say the genius of memory, is that it is choosy, chancy, and temperamental: it rejects the read more

The charm, one might say the genius of memory, is that it is choosy, chancy, and temperamental: it rejects the edifying cathedral and indelibly photographs the small boy outside, chewing a hunk of melon in the dust.