Opportunities multiply as they are seized, they die when neglected.

Opportunities multiply as they are seized, they die when neglected.

Nothing contributes so much to tranquilizing the mind as a steady
purpose-a point on which the soul may fix its read more

Nothing contributes so much to tranquilizing the mind as a steady
purpose-a point on which the soul may fix its intellectual eye.

The ideas that come out of most brainstorming sessions are usually superficial, trivial, and not very original. They are rarely read more

The ideas that come out of most brainstorming sessions are usually superficial, trivial, and not very original. They are rarely useful. The process, however, seems to make uncreative people feel that they are making innovative contributions and that others are listening to them.

Good enough never is.

Good enough never is.

The man who wins may have been counted out several times but he didn't
hear the referee.

The man who wins may have been counted out several times but he didn't
hear the referee.

Hope is an orientation of spirit, an orientation of the
heart. It is not the conviction that something will turn read more

Hope is an orientation of spirit, an orientation of the
heart. It is not the conviction that something will turn out well, but the
certainty that something makes sense, regardless of how it turns out.

Service is the rent we pay for the privilege of living on this earth.

Service is the rent we pay for the privilege of living on this earth.

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.

I can think of nothing less pleasurable than a life devoted to
pleasure.

I can think of nothing less pleasurable than a life devoted to
pleasure.