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We Advance On Our Journey Only When We Face Our Goal, When We Are Confident And Believe We Are Going To Win Out.

Worry Clogs The Brain And Paralyzes The Thought. A Troubled Brain Can Not Think Clearly, Vigorously, Locally.

Mirth Is God's Medicine; Everybody Ought To Bathe In It. Grim Care, Moroseness, Anxiety-all The Rust Of Life- Ought To Be Scoured Off By The Oil Of Mirth.

It Is What We Do Easily And What We Like To Do That We Do Well.

There Can Be No Great Courage Where There Is No Confidence Or Assurance, And Half The Battle Is In The Conviction That We Can Do What We Undertake.