They who lack talent expect things to happen without effort. They ascribe failure to a lack of inspiration or ability, or to misfortune, rather than to insufficient application. At the core of every true talent there is an awareness of the difficulties inherent in any achievement, and the confidence that by persistence and patience something worthwhile will be realized. Thus talent is a species of vigor.
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A chicken doesn't stop scratching just because worms are scarce.
A chicken doesn't stop scratching just because worms are scarce.
Always keep your composure. You can't score from the penalty box; and to win, you have to score.
Always keep your composure. You can't score from the penalty box; and to win, you have to score.
Never make a defense or apology before you are accused.
Never make a defense or apology before you are accused.
To begin to think with purpose, is to enter the ranks of those strong ones who only recognize failure as read more
To begin to think with purpose, is to enter the ranks of those strong ones who only recognize failure as one of the pathways to attainment.
A skeptic is a person who, when he sees the handwriting on the wall, claims it is a forgery.
A skeptic is a person who, when he sees the handwriting on the wall, claims it is a forgery.
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Accept failure as a normal part of living. View it as part of the process of exploring your world; make a note of its lessons and move on.
There can be no doubt that the average man blames much more than he praises. His instinct is to blame. read more
There can be no doubt that the average man blames much more than he praises. His instinct is to blame. If he is satisfied he says nothing; if he is not, he most illogically kicks up a row.
Something of vengeance I had tasted for the first time; as aromatic wine it seemed, on swallowing, warm and racy: read more
Something of vengeance I had tasted for the first time; as aromatic wine it seemed, on swallowing, warm and racy: its after-flavor, metallic and corroding, gave me a sensation as if I had been poisoned.
Hatred -- The anger of the weak.
Hatred -- The anger of the weak.
