Ah, when to the heart of man was it ever less than a treason to go with the drift of things to yield with a grace to reason and bow and accept at the end of a love or a season. |
The prospect of success in achieving our most cherished dream is not without its terrors. Who is more deprived and alone than the man who has achieved his dream? |
A man is already halfway in love with any woman who listens to him. |
If you greatly desire something, have the guts to stake everything on obtaining it. |
At the innermost core of all loneliness is a deep and powerful yearning for union with one's lost self. |
No man can discover his own talents. |
A quotation in a speech, article or book is like a rifle in the hands of an infantryman. It speaks with authority. |
If you accept your limitations you go beyond them. |
What an author likes to write most is his signature on the back of a cheque. |
Inspirations never go in for long engagements; they demand immediate marriage to action. |
No yesterdays are ever wasted for those who give themselves to today. |
Every man, through fear, mugs his aspirations a dozen times a day. |