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A Lobster, When Left High And Dry Among The Rock, Does Not Have The Sense Enough To Work His Way Back To The Sea, But Waits For The Sea To Come To Him. If It Does Not Come, He Remains Where He Is And Dies, Although The Slightest Effort Would Enable Him To Reach The Waves, Which Are Perhaps Within A Yard Of Him. The World Is Full Of Human Lobsters; People Stranded On The Rocks Of Indecision And Procrastination, Who, Instead Of Putting Forth Their Own Energies, Are Waiting For Some Grand Billow Of Good Fortune To Set Them Afloat.

It Is Just The Little Difference Between The Good And The Best That Makes The Difference Between The Artist And The Artisan. It Is Just The Little Touches After The Average Man Would Quit That Makes The Master's Fame.

If We Get The Good That Belongs To Us Here And Now, We Must Extract The Sweetness Of Each Passing Minute While It Is Ours. That Is The Real Art Of Living In The Today.

Every Thought Which Enters The Mind, Every Word We Utter, Every Deed We Perform, Makes Its Impression Upon The Inmost Fiber Of Our Being And The Result Of These Impressions Is Our Character. The Study Of Books, Of Music, Or Of The Fine Arts Is Not Essential To A Lofty Character. It Rests With The Worker Whether A Rude Piece Of Marble Shall Be Squared Into A Horse-block Or Carved Into An Apollo, A Psyche, Or A Venus Di Milo. It Is Yours, If You Choose, To Develop A Spiritual Form More Beautiful Than Any Of These, Instinct With Immortal Life, Refulgent With All The Glory Of Character.

Begin Where You Are; Work Where You Are; The Hour Which You Are Now Wasting, Dreaming Of Some Far Off Success May Be Crowded With Grand Possibilities.