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Napoleon vs. Helen Keller

"The mind is its own place, and in itself

Can make a heaven of Hell, a hell of Heaven."

- Milton

"Napoleon and Helen Keller are perfect illustrations of Milton's statement: Napoleon had everything men usually crave -- glory, power, riches -- yet he said at Saint Helena, 'I have never known six happy days in my life'; while Helen Keller -- blind, deaf, dumb -- declared: 'I have found life so beautiful.'

If half a century of living has taught me anything at all, it has taught me that as Emerson put it, 'Nothing can bring you  peace but yourself.'"

-Dale Carnegie

"Experience is what you get when you didn't get what you wanted."
-Randy Pausche
  The Last Lecture

Is there a good side to temptation?

"There is a law written across the universe, that no one shall be crowned unless he has first struggled. No halo of merit rests suspended over those who do not fight.
Ice deserves no credit for being cold, nor fire for being hot; it is only those who have the possibility of choice that can be praised for their acts. It is through temptation and its strain that the depths of character are revealed."
-Archbishop Fulton Sheen

Blessed is he who endures under trials. When he has proved his worth, He will win that crown of life, which God has promised to those who love him.             James 1:12

"The cost of a thing is the amount of what I call life, which is required to be exchanged for it immediately or in the long run."

-Henry David Thoreau

The Things That You Think

Don't Let the Beetles Get You Down

On the slope of Long's Peak in Colorado lies the ruin of a gigantic tree. Naturalists tell us that it stood for some four hundred years. It was a seedling when Columbus landed at San Salvador, and half grown when the Pilgrims settled at Plymouth. During the course of its long life it was struck by lightning fourteen times, and the innumerable avalanches and storms of four centuries thundered past it. It survived them all. In the end, however, an army of beetles attacked the tree and leveled it to the ground. The insects ate their way through the bark and gradually destroyed the inner strength of the tree by their tiny but incessant attacks. A forest giant which age had not withered, nor lightning blasted, nor storms subdued, fell at last before beetles so small that a man could crush them between his forefinger and his thumb.

"Aren't we all like that battling giant of the forest? Don't we manage somehow to survive the rare storms and avalanches and lightning blasts of life, only to let our hearts be eaten out by little beetles of worry -- little beetles that could be crushed between a finger and a thumb?"
-Dale Carnegie