The World Makes Way For The Man

Obstacles Are Like Wild Animals. They Are Cowards But They Will Bluff You If They Can. If They See You Are Afraid Of Them... They Are Liable To Spring Upon You; But If You Look Them Squarely In The Eye, They Will Slink Out Of Sight.

Your Outlook Upon Life, Your Estimate Of Yourself, Your Estimate Of Your Value Are Largely Colored By Your Environment. Your Whole Career Will Be Modified, Shaped, Molded By Your Surroundings, By The Character Of The People With Whom You Come In Contact Every Day.

The Trouble With Us Is That We Expect Too Much From The Great Happenings, The Unusual Things, And We Overlook The Common Flowers On The Path Of Life, From Which We Might Abstract Sweets, Comforts, Delights.

Character Is A Mark Cut Upon Something, And This Indelible Mark Determines The Only True Value Of All People And All Their Work.

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.