Unless A Man Has The Talents To

It Is When Power Is Wedded To Chronic Fear That It Becomes Formidable.

When The Greeks Said, Whom The Gods Love Die Young, They Probably Meant, As Lord Sankey Suggested, That Those Favored By The Gods Stay Young Till The Day They Die; Young And Playful.

Youth Itself Is A Talent, A Perishable Talent.

The Passion To Get Ahead Is Sometimes Born Of The Fear Lest We Be Left Behind.

Our Doubts About Ourselves Cannot Be Banished Except By Working At That Which Is The One And Only Thing We Know We Ought To Do. Other People's Assertions Cannot Silence The Howling Dirge Within Us. It Is Our Talents Rusting Unused Within Us That Secrete The Poison Of Self-doubt Into Our Bloodstream.