You are the handicap you must face. You are the one who must choose your place.
Dream lofty dreams, and as you dream, so you shall become. Your vision is the promise of what you shall one day be; your ideal is the prophecy of what you shall at last unveil.
You cannot travel within and stand still without.
We do not attract what we want, But what we are.
Good thoughts bear good fruit...
The Anglo-Saxon farmers had scarce conquered foothold, stronghold, freehold in the Western wilderness before they became sowers of hemp – with remembrance of Virginia, with remembrance of dear ancestral Britain.
The truth in you remains as radiant as a star, as pure as light, as innocent as love itself.
I have yet to encounter that common myth of weak men, an insurmountable barrier.