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At this my heart sank within me: the whole foundation on which my life was constructed fell down.
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At this my heart sank within me: the whole foundation on which my life was constructed fell down.
The end had ceased to charm, and how could there ever again be any interest in the means?
A night's sleep, the sovereign remedy for the smaller vexations of life, had no effect on it.
There are a thousand other instances in which application has conquered all obstacles, and proved that nothing which the mind has set itself to endure is difficult.
Find your sole delight and recreation in proceeding from one unselfish action to another, with God ever in mind.
the mind can convert and change everything that impedes its activity into matter for its action; hindrance in its work becomes its real help, and every obstruction makes for its progress
In rest you go beyond these limits, and beyond what is enough; but in action you do not fill the measure, and remain well within your powers.
No man can hinder the proper work of the mind.
Make trial how the life of a good man succeeds with you, the life of one who is content with the lot appointed him by Providence
Acquire a method of perceiving how all things change into one another.
Is pleasure, then, the object of your being, and not action, and the exercise of your powers?
Every corps is a chain of despots, who, submitting and tyrannizing without exercising their reason, become dead weights of vice and folly on the community.
You are going to make mistakes — own them, make amends, and move on. Guilt and regret kills many a man before their time. Turn the page, get off the ride.
I have never had any trouble turning the page in the book of my life.
Now the end, I take it, is all one, to live at more leisure and at one's ease: but men do not always take the right way.
The man who labors without a definite purpose that is backed up by a definite plan for its attainment, resembles the ship that has lost its rudder.
This habit of putting off until tomorrow that which you should have done last week or last year or a score of years ago is gnawing at the very vitals of your being, and you can accomplish nothing until you throw it off.
The ultimate effect of parasitism is always a paralysis of the will and an inability to compel oneself into any course of action for the moment unpleasurable and exhaustive.
No tyranny of circumstances can permanently imprison a determined will.
Genius unexecuted is no more genius than a bushel of acorns is a forest of oaks.
All our limitations are in our own minds, the supply is there waiting in vast abundance.
Many of us imprison ourselves in the narrow limited poverty thought, and then, like caged eagles trying in vain to get free, we beat out our wings against the bars we have ourselves put up.
Do not brood over the past, or dream of the future, but seize the instant and get your lesson from the hour.
The present time is the raw material out of which we make whatever we will.
The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. Resist it, and your soul grows sick with longing for the things it has forbidden to itself