So Long As There Is Breath In

To Be Always Intending To Make A New And Better Life But Never To Find Time To Set About It Is As To Put Off Eating And Drinking And Sleeping From One Day To The Next Until You're Dead.

I Will Become A Firefly And Even In The Day My Glow Will Be Seen In Spite Of The Sun. Let Others Be As Butterflies Who Preen Their Wings Yet Depend On The Charity Of A Flower For Life.

With No Goals, No Priorities, No Life Strategy Of Our Own, We Drift With The Herd Through An Endless Meadow Of Mediocrity, Unable To Break Loose, To Achieve Even A Small Part Of The Dreams We Once Cherished.

The Only Certain Means Of Success Is To Render More And Better Service Than Is Expected Of You, No Matter What The Task May Be. This Is A Habit Followed By All Successful People Since The Beginning Of Time. Therefore I Saith The Surest Way To Doom Yourself To Mediocrity Is To Perform Only The Work For Which You Are Paid.

The Prizes Of Life Are At The End Of Each Journey, Not Near The Beginning; And It Is Not Given To Me To Know How Many Steps Are Necessary In Order To Reach My Goal. Failure I May Still Encounter At The Thousandth Step, Yet Success Hides Behind The Next Bend In The Road. Never Will I Know How Close It Lies Unless I Turn The Corner.