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I Will Live This Day As If It Is My Last. …i Will Waste Not A Moment Mourning Yesterday’s Misfortunes, Yesterday’s Defeats, Yesterday’s Aches Of The Heart, For Why Should I Throw Good After Bad?

Wealth, Position, Fame, And Even Elusive Happiness Will Be Mine, Eventually, If I Determine To Render More And Better Service, Each Day, Than I Am Being Paid To Render. Those Who Reach The Top Are The Ones Who Are Not Content With.

Envy, Like The Worm, Is Always Attracted To The Fairest Apple

I Can Accomplish Far More Than I Have, And I Will, For Why Would The Miracle Which Produced Me End With My Birth? Why Can I Not Extend That Miracle To My Deeds Of Today?

No, My Son, Do Not Aspire For Wealth And Labor Not Only To Be Rich. Strive Instead For Happiness, To Be Loved And To Love, And Most Important To Acquire Peace Of Mind And Serenity.