We Lift Ourselves By Our

Man Becomes A Slave To His Constantly Repeated Acts. What He At First Chooses, At Last Compels.

Many A Man Has Finally Succeeded Only Because He Has Failed After Repeated Efforts. If He Had Never Met Defeat He Would Never Have Known Any Great Victory.

There Is No Law By Which One Can, As Long As He Thinks He Can't.

Every Experience In Life, Everything With Which We Have Come In Contact In Life, Is A Chisel Which Has Been Cutting Away At Our Life Statue, Molding, Modifying, Shaping It. We Are Part Of All We Have Met. Everything We Have Seen, Heard, Felt Or Thought Has Had Its Hand In Molding Us, Shaping Us.

The Greatest Trouble With Most Of Us Is That Our Demands Upon Ourselves Are So Feeble, The Call Upon The Great Within Of Us So Weak And Intermittent That It Makes No Impression Upon The Creative Energies; It Lacks The Force That Transmutes Desires Into Realities.