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Fear is only inverted faith; it is faith in evil instead of good.
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Fear is only inverted faith; it is faith in evil instead of good.
The robbers of time are the past and the future.
The simple rules are fearless faith, nonresistance and love!
The student’s goal is Poise! Poise is Power.
One should always follow a denial with an affirmation.
Most people consider life a battle, but it is not a battle, it is a game.
The labour of the body frees us from the pains of the mind, and thus makes the poor happy.
Sometimes we will be rising toward the heights--then all will seem to reverse itself and start downward.
The strength of our determination was about to be fully tested.
At times I would rise up, a flash of energetic freedom would dart through my soul, accompanied with a faint beam of hope, that flickered for a moment, and then vanished.
At times we were almost disposed to give up, and try to content ourselves with our wretched lot; at others, we were firm and unbending in our determination to go.
My long-crushed spirit rose, cowardice departed, bold defiance took its place; and I now resolved that, however long I might remain a slave in form, the day had passed forever when I could be a slave in fact.
You have seen how a man was made a slave; you shall see how a slave was made a man
A man's troubles are always half disposed of, when he finds endurance his only remedy.
The hardships and dangers involved in the struggle give strength and toughness to the character, and enable it to stand firm in storm as well as in sunshine.
We have more will than wallet; but will is what we need.
My fellow Americans, our long national nightmare is over.
The war of my life had begun; and though one of God's most powerless creatures, I resolved never to be conquered.
If happiness is to be so measured, I who cannot hear or see have every reason to sit in a corner with folded hands and weep.
It lets us into the soul of things and teaches us that although the world is full of suffering, it is full also of the overcoming of it.
A man must understand evil and be acquainted with sorrow before he can write himself an optimist and expect others to believe that he has reason for the faith that is in him.
For, after all, every one who wishes to gain true knowledge must climb the Hill Difficulty alone, and since there is no royal road to the summit, I must zigzag it in my own way.
Had it not been for the persistent encouragement of Miss Sullivan, I think I should have given up trying to write altogether.
As I look back on my struggle to write that little story, it seems to me that I must have had a prophetic vision of the good that would come of the undertaking, or I should surely have failed.
Every struggle is a victory.