One extends one's limits only by exceeding them.

One extends one's limits only by exceeding them.

The supply of time is a daily miracle. You wake up in the morning and
lo! Your purse is magnificently read more

The supply of time is a daily miracle. You wake up in the morning and
lo! Your purse is magnificently filled with 24 hours of the unmanufactured
tissue of the universe of life. It is yours! The most precious of your
possessions.

Quality isn't something that can be argued into an article or promised into it. It must be put there. If read more

Quality isn't something that can be argued into an article or promised into it. It must be put there. If it isn't put there, the finest sales talk in the world won't act as a substitute.

Every single life only becomes great when the individual sets upon a
goal or goals which they really believe in, read more

Every single life only becomes great when the individual sets upon a
goal or goals which they really believe in, which they can really commit
themselves to, which they can put their whole heart and soul into.

Ambition is like love, impatient both of delays and rivals.

Ambition is like love, impatient both of delays and rivals.

Nothing is terrible except fear itself.

Nothing is terrible except fear itself.

Present-moment living, getting in touch with your "now," is
at the heart of effective living. When you think about it, read more

Present-moment living, getting in touch with your "now," is
at the heart of effective living. When you think about it, there really is
no other moment you can live. Now is all there is, and the future is just
another present moment to live when it arrives. One thing is certain, you
cannot live it until it does appear.

When one is willing and eager, the Gods join in.

When one is willing and eager, the Gods join in.

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.