We arejudged by what we finish, not what we start.

Constantrepetition carries conviction.

This creative man, who in his own selfish affairs is a coward to the backbone, will fight for an idea like a hero.

Unless aman has trained himself for his chance, the chance will only make him lookridiculous.

Alexander's last wrds: Bury my body, dont build any monument. Kip my hand outside,so dat d wrld knws,who won th wrld had noting in hand wen dyin.

Sincerity is impossible, unless it pervades the whole being, and the pretence of it saps the very foundation of character

Aclosed mind is like a closed book; just a block of wood.

Thetruth is that our finest moments are most likely to occur when we are feelingdeeply uncomfortable, unhappy, or unfulfilled. For it is only in suchmoments, propelled by our discomfort, that we are likely to step out of ourruts and start searching for di

Aclosed mind is like a closed book; just a block of wood.

If a man is prodigal, he cannot be truly generous

Ashes fly back into the face of him who throws them.

Our fear of disasters that may never happen robs us of the courage to meet the ills that do occur