“The human will, that force unseen, The offspring of a deathless soul, Can hew a way to any goal, Though walls of granite intervene.”

The price of life is effort; the acme of effort is an accomplishment; the reward of accomplishment is joy.

To desire is to obtain to aspire is to achieve.

A man’s mind may be likened to a garden, which may be intelligently cultivated or allowed to run wild; but whether cultivated or neglected, it must, and will, bring forth.

Doubt and fear are the great enemies of knowledge, and he who encourages them, who does not slay them, thwarts himself at every step.

There is an unavoidable tendency to become literally the embodiment of that quality upon which one most constantly thinks.

Such is the conscious master, and man can only thus become by discovering within himself the laws of thought; which discovery is totally a matter of application, self-analysis, and experience.

The world steps aside for the man who knows where he is going.

Man’s mind may be likened to a garden, which may be intelligently cultivated or allowed to run wild.

No man is hindered by another; he is only hindered by himself. No man suffers because of another; he suffers only because of himself.

Unrest and pain and sorrow are the shadows of life.

Self-control is strength. Right thought is mastery. Calmness is power.

Aimlessness is a vice, and such drifting must not continue for him who would steer clear of catastrophe and destruction.

A person is limited only by the thoughts that he chooses.

Work joyfully and peacefully, knowing that the right thoughts and right efforts inevitably bring about the right results.

They who have no central purpose in their life fall easy prey to petty worries, fears, troubles, and self-pityings.

The dreamers are the saviors of the world.

Truth always ends by victory; it is not unassailable, but invincible.

A man thinks he is dying for his country,” said Anatole France, “but he is dying for a few industrialists.” But even that is saying too much. What one dies for is not even so substantial and tangible as an industrialist.

All places are alike, and every earth is fit for burial.

If you don’t know where you are currently standing, you’re dead.

Remember that you have only one soul; that you have only one death to die; that you have only one life. . . . If you do this, there will be many things about which you care nothing.

The only people who don’t have problems are in a cemetery.

Among the many signs of a lively faith and hope we have in eternal life, one of the surest is not being overly sad at the death of those whom we dearly love in our Lord.

Darkness, that here surrounds our purblind understanding, will vanish at the dawning of eternal day.