The camel set out to get him horns and was shorn of his ears.
[Lat., Camelus desiderans cornua etiam read more

The camel set out to get him horns and was shorn of his ears.
[Lat., Camelus desiderans cornua etiam aures perdidit.]

We have forty million reasons for failure, but not a single
excuse.

We have forty million reasons for failure, but not a single
excuse.

I have no use for men who fail. The cause of their failure is no business of mine, but I read more

I have no use for men who fail. The cause of their failure is no business of mine, but I want successful men as my associates.

I've come to believe that all my past failure and frustration were actually laying the foundation for the understandings that read more

I've come to believe that all my past failure and frustration were actually laying the foundation for the understandings that have created the new level of living I now enjoy.

Although strength should fail, the effort will deserve praise.
In great enterprises the attempt is enough.
[Lat., Quod read more

Although strength should fail, the effort will deserve praise.
In great enterprises the attempt is enough.
[Lat., Quod si deficiant vires, audacia certe
Laus erit: in magnis et voluisse sat est.]

And each forgets, as he strips and runs
With a brilliant, fitful pace,
It's the steady, quiet, read more

And each forgets, as he strips and runs
With a brilliant, fitful pace,
It's the steady, quiet, plodding ones
Who win in the lifelong race.
And each forgets that his youth has fled,
Forgets that his prime is past,
Till he stands one day, with a hope that's dead,
In the glare of the truth at last.

Why, like the hindmost chariot wheels, art curst
Still to be near but ne'er to reach the first.
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Why, like the hindmost chariot wheels, art curst
Still to be near but ne'er to reach the first.
[Lat., Nam quamvis prope to, quamvis temone sub uno
Verentem sese, frustra sectabere cantum
Cum rota posterior curras et in axe secundo.]

If this fail,
The pillar'd firmament is rottenness,
And earth's base built on stubble.

If this fail,
The pillar'd firmament is rottenness,
And earth's base built on stubble.

Here's to the men who lose!
What though their work be e'er so nobly plann'd
And watched read more

Here's to the men who lose!
What though their work be e'er so nobly plann'd
And watched with zealous care;
No glorious halo crowns their efforts grand--
Contempt is Failure's share!