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Sorrow is a kind of rust of the soul, which every new idea contributes in its passage to scour away.
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Sorrow is a kind of rust of the soul, which every new idea contributes in its passage to scour away.
Native deformity cannot be rectified, a dead friend cannot return, and the hours of youth trifled away in folly, or lost in sickness, cannot be restored.
hope, which is the companion of power, and the mother of success; for whoso hopes strongly has within him the gift of miracles.
The mere drudgery undergone by some men in carrying on their undertakings has been something extraordinary, but the drudgery they regarded as the price of success.
The road to success may be steep to climb, and it puts to the proof the energies of him who would reach the summit.
Difficulties may intimidate the weak, but they act only as a wholesome stimulus to men of resolution and valour.
Energy enables a man to force his way through irksome drudgery and dry details, and carries him onward and upward in every station in life.
Great results cannot be achieved at once; and we must be satisfied to advance in life as we walk, step by step.
Those who look into practical life will find that fortune is usually on the side of the industrious, as the winds and waves are on the side of the best navigators.
The road of human welfare lies along the old highway of steadfast well-doing; and they who are the most persistent, and work in the truest spirit, will usually be the most successful.
Patience lies at the root of all pleasures, as well as of all powers.
Courage, combined with energy and perseverance, will overcome difficulties apparently insurmountable.
Perhaps there is no more important component of character than steadfast resolution.
Results! Why, man, I have gotten a lot of results! I know several thousand things that won't work.
Attribution contested
The famous form -- I have not failed, I have just found ten thousand ways that won't work -- has no source in Edison. The earliest record of the remark is this one, in the authorised 1910 biography, and it is a colleague's recollection of a conversation, not Edison writing. Note what changes in the retelling: several thousand becomes ten thousand, and a man cheerfully counting negative results becomes a man defending himself against failure.
Little by little, through patience and long-suffering, thou shalt conquer by the help of God, rather than by violence and thine own strength of will.
By flight alone we cannot overcome, but by endurance and true humility we are made stronger than all our enemies.
If thou bear it unwillingly, thou makest a burden for thyself and greatly increaseth thy load, and yet thou must bear it.
Love is a great thing, a good above all others, which alone maketh every heavy burden light, and equaliseth every inequality.
This it must be; and there is no means of escaping from tribulation and sorrow, except to bear them patiently.
One temptation or sorrow passeth, and another cometh; and always we shall have somewhat to suffer
I am now sending back to Belle Plain all my wagons for a fresh supply of provisions and ammunition, and purpose to fight it out on this line if it takes all summer.
One of my superstitions had always been when I started to go any where, or to do anything, not to turn back, or stop until the thing intended was accomplished.
From that event to the close of the war, I never experienced trepidation upon confronting an enemy, though I always felt more or less anxiety.
Why may I not rest me from this restlessness and sleep from this wide waking?
The Day of Miracles was past, and a long, gray road of dogged work lay ahead.