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There's No Grander Sight In The World Than That Of A Person Fired With A Great Purpose, Dominated By One Unwavering Aim.

It Is Just The Little Touches After The Average Man Would Quit That Make The Master's Fame.

When We Are Sure That We Are On The Right Road There Is No Need To Plan Our Journey Too Far Ahead. No Need To Burden Ourselves With Doubts And Fears As To The Obstacles That May Bar Our Progress. We Cannot Take More Than One Step At A Time.

They May Well Fear Fate Who Have Any Infirmity Of Habit Or Aim: But They Who Rest On What Is Have A Destiny Beyond Destiny, And Can Make Mouths Of Fortune.

The Sculptor Will Chip Off All Unnecessary Material To Set Free The Angel. Nature Will Chip And Pound Us Remorselessly To Bring Out Our Possibilities. She Will Strip Us Of Wealth, Humble Our Pride, Humiliate Our Ambition, Let Us Down From The Ladder Of Fame, Will Discipline Us In A Thousand Ways, If She Can Develop A Little Character. Everything Must Give Way To That. Wealth Is Nothing, Position Is Nothing, Fame Is Nothing, Manhood Is Everything.