Success is not the result of spontaneous combustion. You
must set yourself on fire.

Success is not the result of spontaneous combustion. You
must set yourself on fire.

The ultimate creative capacity of the brain may be, for all practical purposes, infinite.

The ultimate creative capacity of the brain may be, for all practical purposes, infinite.

A man is a worker. If he is not that he is nothing.

A man is a worker. If he is not that he is nothing.

You have powers you never dreamed of. You can do things you never thought you could do. there are no read more

You have powers you never dreamed of. You can do things you never thought you could do. there are no limitations in what you can do except the limitations of your own mind.

I can't believe that God put us on this earth to be ordinary.

I can't believe that God put us on this earth to be ordinary.

Mistakes are the portals of discovery.

Mistakes are the portals of discovery.

We can do anything we want. The next time you hear yourself saying, to
another-and especially yourself-"I Can't," take a read more

We can do anything we want. The next time you hear yourself saying, to
another-and especially yourself-"I Can't," take a deep breath
and say instead, "My resources are otherwise engaged.

The greatness of a man's power is the measure of his surrender.

The greatness of a man's power is the measure of his surrender.

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.