Fatigue Makes Cowards Of Us All.

The Joy Is In Creating, Not Maintaining.

Hard Work Is The Price We Must Pay For Success

One Comes To Believe Whatever One Repeats To Oneself Sufficiently Often, Whether The Statement Be True Of False. It Comes To Be The Dominating Thought In One's Mind.

Practice Does Not Make Perfect. Only Perfect Practice Makes Perfect.

After The Cheers Have Died Down And The Stadium Is Empty, After The Headlines Have Been Written And After You Are Back In The Quiet Of Your Room And The Championship Ring Has Been Placed On The Dresser And All The Pomp And Fanfare Has Faded, The Enduring Things That Are Left Are: The Dedication To Excellence, The Dedication To Victory, And The Dedication To Doing With Our Lives The Very Best We Can To Make The World A Better Place In Which To Live.