Little Visits with Great Americans: Or, Success Ideals and how to Attain Them, Volume 1Orison Swett Marden Success Company, 1904 - 352 pages |
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... living abroad , but promi- nently identified with American life , have been in- cluded . We acknowledge our indebtedness to the publish- ers of the " Literary Digest , " of " Collier's Weekly , " of the " American Review of Reviews ...
... living abroad , but promi- nently identified with American life , have been in- cluded . We acknowledge our indebtedness to the publish- ers of the " Literary Digest , " of " Collier's Weekly , " of the " American Review of Reviews ...
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... living , and that is making a life - that a man may make millions and be a failure still . We have shown that a man to succeed must be greater than his calling , that he must overtop his voca- tion . We have tried to teach that the ...
... living , and that is making a life - that a man may make millions and be a failure still . We have shown that a man to succeed must be greater than his calling , that he must overtop his voca- tion . We have tried to teach that the ...
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... living up to this radical declaration of independ- ence from the practice of men who have amassed for- tunes around him , will be best shown by a brief enu- meration of some of his almost unexampled philanthro- pies . His largest gift ...
... living up to this radical declaration of independ- ence from the practice of men who have amassed for- tunes around him , will be best shown by a brief enu- meration of some of his almost unexampled philanthro- pies . His largest gift ...
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... living on a few cents a day , but when it came to such a pinch that I couldn't buy a five - cent stamp to carry a letter to the old folks in Glasgow , I very nearly gave up . I really think that decided me to go back . It accentuated my ...
... living on a few cents a day , but when it came to such a pinch that I couldn't buy a five - cent stamp to carry a letter to the old folks in Glasgow , I very nearly gave up . I really think that decided me to go back . It accentuated my ...
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... living world around us . Both of these are necessary to the well - informed man ; and , of the two , the last is , by far , the most useful for the practical purposes of life . The man who can combine the teach- ings of books with ...
... living world around us . Both of these are necessary to the well - informed man ; and , of the two , the last is , by far , the most useful for the practical purposes of life . The man who can combine the teach- ings of books with ...
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Page 260 - Bowed by the weight of centuries he leans Upon his hoe and gazes on the ground, The emptiness of ages in his face, And on his back the burden of the world.
Page 261 - What gulfs between him and the seraphim! Slave of the wheel of labor, what to him Are Plato and the swing of Pleiades? What the long reaches of the peaks of song, The rift of dawn, the reddening of the rose?
Page 261 - O masters, lords and rulers in all lands, How will the Future reckon with this Man? How answer his brute question in that hour When whirlwinds of rebellion shake the world?
Page 261 - How will you ever straighten up this shape; Touch it again with immortality; Give back the upward looking and the light; Rebuild in it the music and the dream; Make right the immemorial infamies, Perfidious wrongs, immedicable woes?
Page 251 - I pray not that Men tremble at My power of place And lordly sway, — I only pray for simple grace To look my neighbor in the face Full honestly from day to day — Yield me his horny palm to hold, And I'll not pray For gold; — The tanned face, garlanded with mirth, It hath the kingliest smile on earth — The swart brow, diamonded with sweat, Hath never need of coronet.
Page 261 - O masters, lords and rulers in all lands, Is this the handiwork you give to God, This monstrous thing distorted and soul-quenched?
Page 16 - If a man can write a better book, preach a better sermon, or make a better mousetrap than his neighbor, though he builds his house in the woods, the world will make a beaten path to his door.
Page 28 - I never did anything worth doing by accident," was the reply, " nor did any of my inventions come indirectly through accident, except the phonograph. No, when I have fully decided that a result is worth getting I go ahead on it and make trial after trial until it comes.
Page 16 - We shape ourselves the joy or fear Of which the coming life is made, And fill our Future's atmosphere With sunshine or with shade. The tissue of the Life to be We weave with colors all our own, And in the field of Destiny We reap as we have sown.
Page 260 - Whose breath blew out the light within this brain? Is this the Thing the Lord God made and gave To have dominion over sea and land; To trace the stars and search the heavens for power; To feel the passion of Eternity? Is this the Dream He dreamed who shaped the suns And pillared the blue firmament with light? Down all the stretch of Hell to its last gulf There is no shape more terrible than this...