The Giants Of The Race Have Been

A Lobster, When Left High And Dry Among The Rock, Does Not Have The Sense Enough To Work His Way Back To The Sea, But Waits For The Sea To Come To Him. If It Does Not Come, He Remains Where He Is And Dies, Although The Slightest Effort Would Enable Him To Reach The Waves, Which Are Perhaps Within A Yard Of Him. The World Is Full Of Human Lobsters; People Stranded On The Rocks Of Indecision And Procrastination, Who, Instead Of Putting Forth Their Own Energies, Are Waiting For Some Grand Billow Of Good Fortune To Set Them Afloat.

Good Cheer Is A Great Lubricant; It Oils All Of Life's Machinery.

Success Is In The Student, Not In The University; Greatness Is In The Individual, Not In The Library; Power Is In The Man, Not In His Crutches. A Great Man Will Make Opportunities, Even Out Of The Commonest And Meanest Situations. If A Man Is Not Superior To His Education, Is Not Larger Than His Crutches Or His Helps, If He Is Not Greater Than The Means Of His Culture, Which Are But The Sign-boards Pointing The Way To Success, He Will Never Reach Greatness. Not Learning, Not Culture Alone, Not Helps And Opportunities, But Personal Power And Sterling Integrity, Make A Man Great.

There's No Grander Sight In The World Than That Of A Person Fired With A Great Purpose, Dominated By One Unwavering Aim.

We Can Give Our Smiles, Our Encouragement, Our Sympathy To Someone Who Needs Them Every Day Of The Year.