And Satan trembles when he sees The weakest saint upon his knees.

Confidence is a lot of this game or any game. If you don't think you can, you won't.

The task of the modern educator is not to cut down jungles, but to irrigate deserts.

The ardent golfer would play Mount Everest if somebody would put a flagstick on top.

No one can be so welcome a guest that he will not become an annoyance when he has stayed three continuous days in a friend's house.

If intellection and knowledge were mere passion from without, or the bare reception of extraneous and adventitious forms, then no reason could be given at all why a mirror or looking-glass should not understand; whereas it cannot so much as sensibly perceive those images which it receives and reflects to us.

When we put things off until some future-probably mythical-Laterland, we drag the past into the future. The burden of yesterday's incompletions is a heavy load to carry. Don't carry it.

The entrepreneur is essentially a visualizer and an actualizer... He can visualize something, and when he visualizes it he sees exactly how to make it happen.

Humility leads to strength and not to weakness. It is the highest form of self-respect to admit mistakes and to make amends for them.

You don't need strength to let go of something. What you really need is understanding.

Only I discern Infinite passion, and the pain Of finite hearts that yearn.

I can bring you to the door, but you have to walk through.

Children today are tyrants. They contradict their parents, gobble their food, and tyrannize their teachers.

As a housewife, I feel that if the kids are still alive when my husband gets home from work, then hey, I've done my job.

Are you trying to live through me?

Had we not faults of our own, we should take less pleasure in complaining of others.

To be rather than to seem.

Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich leas Of wheat, rye, barley, fetches, oats, and pease; Thy turfy mountains, where live nibbling sheep, And flat meads thatched with stover, them to keep; Thy banks with pioned and twilled brims, Which spongy April at thy hest betrims To make cold nymphs chaste crowns; and thy broom groves, Whose shadow the dismissed bachelor loves, Being lasslorn; thy pole-clipt vineyard; And thy sea-marge, sterile and rocky-hard, Where thou thyself dost air--the queen o' th' sky, Whose wat-ry arch and messenger am I, Bids thee leave these, and with her sovereign grace, Here on this grass-plot, in this very place, To come and sport: her peacocks fly amain. Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertain.

Shoot for the moon, even if you miss you will land among the stars.

There's nothing remarkable about it. All one has to do is hit the right keys at the right time and the instrument plays itself.