Can’t is the worst word that is written or spoken; Doing more harm here than slander and lies; On it is many a strong spirit broken, And with it many a good purpose dies.
It matters not what goal you seek It's secret here reposes; You've got to dig from week to week To get Results and Roses.
- Topic: Goals, Work
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Who works with all the strength he can Shall never die in debt to man.
The things are mighty few on earth That wishes can attain. Whate'er we want of any worth We've go to work to gain.
For great and low there's but one test: 'Tis that each man do his best.
Are you one of the flock that follows, or Are you one that shall lead the way?
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If you ask enough people, eventually someone will say yes.
Man, unlike any other thing organic or inorganic in the universe, grows beyond his work, walks up the stairs of his concepts, emerges ahead of his accomplishments.
By prevailing over all obstacles and distractions, one may unfailingly arrive at his chosen goal or destination.
Be happy with what you have while working for what you want.
First, have a definite, clear practical ideal; a goal, an objective. Second, have the necessary means to achieve your ends; wisdom, money, materials, and methods. Third, adjust all your means to that end.
If you set goals and go after them with all the determination you can muster, your gifts will take you places that will amaze you.
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Never regard study as a duty, but as the enviable opportunity to learn.
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