I Will Work When Failures Seek Rest.

There Are Two Kinds Of Discontented In This World, The Discontented That Works And The Discontented That Wrings Its Hands. The First Gets What It Wants And The Second Loses What It Has. There Is No Cure For The First But Success And There Is No Cure At All For The Second. The Very Worst Of My Vices And Bad Habits Will Abate Of Themselves If They Are Brought To An Accounting Every Day.

Today I Begin A New Life. Today I Shed My Old Skin Which Hath, Too Long, Suffered The Bruises Of Failure And The Wounds Of Mediocrity. Today I Am Born Anew And My Birthplace Is A Vineyard Where There Is Fruit For All.

I Will Remove From My Vocabulary Such Words And Phrases As Quit, Cannot, Unable, Impossible, Out Of The Question, Improbable, Failure, Unworkable, Hopeless, And Retreat; For They Are The Words Of Fools.

I Will Commit Not The Terrible Crime Of Aiming Too Low. I Will Do The Work That A Failure Will Not Do. I Will Always Let My Reach Exceed My Grasp.

Wealth, Position, Fame, And Even Elusive Happiness Will Be Mine, Eventually, If I Determine To Render More And Better Service, Each Day, Than I Am Being Paid To Render. Those Who Reach The Top Are The Ones Who Are Not Content With.