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The actual fact is that in this day Opportunity not only knocks
at your door but is playing an read more
The actual fact is that in this day Opportunity not only knocks
at your door but is playing an anvil chorus on every man's door,
and then lays for the owner around the corner with a club. The
world is in sore need of men who can do things. Indeed, cases
can easily be recalled by every one where Opportunity actually
smashed in the door and collared her candidate and dragged him
forth to success. These cases are exceptional, usually you have
to meet Opportunity half-way. But the only place where you can
get away from Opportunity is to lie down and die. Opportunity
does not trouble dead men, or dead ones who flatter themselves
that they are alive.
Opportunity dances with those who are ready on the dance floor.
Opportunity dances with those who are ready on the dance floor.
Many an opportunity is lost because a man is out looking for four-leaf clovers.
Many an opportunity is lost because a man is out looking for four-leaf clovers.
Any human anywhere will blossom in a hundred unexpected talents and capacities simply by being given the opportunity to do read more
Any human anywhere will blossom in a hundred unexpected talents and capacities simply by being given the opportunity to do so.
Will is character in action.
Will is character in action.
Opportunity may knock only once, but temptation leans on the doorbell. •Anonymous Many an opportunity is lost read more
Opportunity may knock only once, but temptation leans on the doorbell. •Anonymous Many an opportunity is lost because a man is out looking for four-leaf clovers.
Opportunity is missed by most people because it is dressed in overalls and looks like work.
Opportunity is missed by most people because it is dressed in overalls and looks like work.
Our opportunities to do good are our talents.
Our opportunities to do good are our talents.
What voice did on my spirit fall,
Peschiera, when thy bridge I crost?
'Tis better to have read more
What voice did on my spirit fall,
Peschiera, when thy bridge I crost?
'Tis better to have fought and lost
That never to have fought at all!
