Pessimism Has Never Done Anything But Tear

We Cannot Separate Our Lives From Time. Why Is It That We Are So Extravagant, So Thoughtless, In Our Waste Of Time, Especially In Youth, When We Cling So Tenaciously To Life? You Cannot Separate A Wasted Hour From The Same Duration Of Your Life. If You Waste Your Time, You Must Waste Your Life. If You Improve Your Time, You Cannot Help Improving Your Life.

A Good System Shortens The Road To The Goal.

If We Put The Emphasis Upon The Right Things, If We Live The Life That Is Worth While And Then Fail, We Will Survive All Disasters, We Will Out-live All Misfortune. We Should Be So Well Balanced And Symmetrical, That Nothing Which Could Ever Happen Could Throw Us Off Our Center, So That No Matter What Misfortune Should Overtake Us, There Would Still Be A Whole Magnificent Man Or Woman Left After Being Stripped Of Everything Else.

It Is Those Who Have This Imperative Demand For The Best In Their Natures, And Who Will Accept Nothing Short Of It, That Holds The Banners Of Progress, That Set The Standards, The Ideals, For Others.

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.