Weak Men Wait For Opportunities;

Our Thoughts Are Like Roots Which Reach Out In Every Direction Into The Cosmic Ocean Of Formless Energy, And These Thought-roots Set In Motion Vibrations Like Themselves And Attract The Affinities Of Our Desires And Ambitions.

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

We Win Half The Battle When We Make Up Our Minds To Take The World As We Find It Including The Thorns.

Aspiration Lifts The Life; Groveling Lowers It. When We Are Striving For Excellence In Everything We Do The Entire Life Grows And Expands, But If We Allow Our Standards To Drop, There Is A Natural Progression That Follows, A Tendency For A Downward Effort In All That We Do Thereafter.

Forests, Lakes, And Rivers, Clouds And Winds, Stars And Flowers, Stupendous Glaciers And Crystal Snowflakes - Every Form Of Animate Or Inanimate Existence, Leaves Its Impress Upon The Soul Of Man.