When Men Can Be Made To Hope,

. . . God Is Too Busy Making The Sun Come Up And Go Down And Watching So The Moon Floats Just Right In The Sky To Be Concerned With Color . . . Only Man Wants Always God Should Be There To Condemn This One And Save That One. Always It Is Man Who Wants To Make Heaven And Hell. God Is Too Busy Training The Bees To Make Honey And Every Morning Opening Up All The New Flowers For Business.

Sometimes The Slightest Things Change The Directions Of Our Lives, The Merest Breath Of A Circumstance, A Random Moment That Connects Like A Meteorite Striking The Earth. Lives Have Swiveled And Changed Direction On The Strength Of A Chance Remark.

I Wish To Cup Knowledge In My Hand And Drink It As One Drinks Water By The Side Of The Stream.

The Power Of One Is Above All Things The Power To Believe In Yourself, Ofen Well Beyond Any Latent Ability You May Have Previously Demonstrated. The Mind Is The Athlete, The Body Is Simply The Means It Uses To Run Faster Or Longer, Jump Higher, Shoot Straighter, Kick Better, Swim Harder, Hit Further, Or Box Better.

When Men Can Be Made To Hope, Then They Can Be Made To Win.