Perfection consists not in doing extraordinary things, but in doing ordinary things extraordinarily well.

Perfection consists not in doing extraordinary things, but in doing ordinary things extraordinarily well.

He who is afraid of asking is ashamed of learning.

He who is afraid of asking is ashamed of learning.

The closest to perfection a person ever comes is when he fills out a job
application form.

The closest to perfection a person ever comes is when he fills out a job
application form.

The rich live hand-to-mouth too-just on a higher level.

The rich live hand-to-mouth too-just on a higher level.

The fact remains that the overwhelming majority of people who have become wealthy have become so thanks to work they read more

The fact remains that the overwhelming majority of people who have become wealthy have become so thanks to work they found profoundly absorbing. The long term study of people who eventually become wealthy clearly reveals that their "Luck" arouse from the accidental dedication they had to an area they enjoyed.

Everything in the universe has a purpose. Indeed, the invisible
intelligence that flows through everything in a purposeful fashion is read more

Everything in the universe has a purpose. Indeed, the invisible
intelligence that flows through everything in a purposeful fashion is also
flowing through you.

Leadership is the wise use of power. Power is the capacity to translate intention into reality and sustain it.

Leadership is the wise use of power. Power is the capacity to translate intention into reality and sustain it.

There are two things people want more than sex and money... recognition and praise.

There are two things people want more than sex and money... recognition and praise.

Here is little Effie's head. Her brains are made of gingerbread. When
the judgement day comes, God will find six read more

Here is little Effie's head. Her brains are made of gingerbread. When
the judgement day comes, God will find six crumbs. Stooping by the coffin
lid waiting for something to rise as the something's always did. Imagine
His surprise, bellowing above the general noise, "Where is Effie? She
was dead." Back to God in a tiny voice: "My name's Maybe."
The first crumb said. The number two crumb picked up the song.
"Might, I'm called. I've done no wrong." Cried the third crumb,
"I am Should. Here's our little brother Could and my big sister
Would. Don't punish us for we've been good." And the last crumb, with
some shame, whispered unto God, "My name is Must and with the others,
we've been Effie, who isn't alive and never was. Cross the threshold have
no dread. Lift the sheet back in this way.